I don't want to talk about it. He was like the Little Engine that couldn't get me off.
LETS GET FUCKED UP IN ONESIES TONIGHT.
I worry about you sometimes...
Two girls are now jumping in the ocean naked at 10 PM...and I was just starting to hate Ocean City
Found a joint walking to class. I feel like the environment is rewarding me for being green.
I want to be done crawling through windows but the sex is too good to stop...but I'm running out of excuses for where the bruises on my legs are coming from.
He put crushed up bacon in the joint and now we're listening to the Matilda soundtrack I have no idea what's going on
Who invented hangovers? And why did I make out with him and eat an entire can of chilli mixed with hot fries while screaming "YOU ONLY GRADUATE ONCE" last night?
He stopped in the middle of having sex to ask me what shampoo I use. Apparently my hair smelled good
Either that or he's gagged in a strangers trunk right now.
Well I suppose either way he's learning a pretty tough lesson right now.
Dudes don't just lick butts of chicks they're not into.
I spent the whole ride asking the cabbie if people ever have sex back there, and if he wanted me to make that number one higher.
If I'm going to keep blacking out this much I need to start taking more pictures.
drunk snapchatting is the worst, because i woke up with great pictures of my tits saved to my memories and no idea who i sent them to
Yeah. Broke it off. Saw her cheating after she forgot to turn her zoom off. Ring=$$$. Not making that mistake-priceless
I dunno about you, but I consider getting eaten out on the porch of a houseboat in -30c in a bridesmaids dress a northern right of passage
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