so i completely puked my brains out. a lot. he held me up so i could brush my teeth. then we proceeded to hook up for the next four hours.
he's a keeper
like in an apt above a crackhead. A LEGIT CRACKHEAD. he woke me up every morning this week asking me if I wanted to buy a mini fridge and some CDs. at 5 am. EVERY DAY.
the party has pretty much ended, it's just 20ish of us jumping and grinding to music from some guy's phone in the corner.
This year i'm grateful for nothing other than the discovery that the uncircumcized rumors about him were wrong
He started using my brother's rc helicopter as a beer delivery device. He's a drunk McGyver.
I may or may not have had sex last night then sent him home on a bike with two flats
whatever the appropriate amount of shots is to consider drunken acrobatics a good idea was a few less than I actually had
You should have. Partying with 60 year olds and batman is so much better than partying with bitches our age.
Are you wearing clothes?
Fuck no, who do you think I am
I'm like a freaking volcano of life and sexual frustrations
This can only be settled by a dance off.
I remember 2 things. 1. Hanging through the window. 2. And she needing a bucket to puke in. That’s all. I have no other memory.
We turned his nipples into a drinking game.
You are now at the point where people no longer question whether or not you might be on drugs. They now know for certain that you are
All I have in my purse is 10 cents and a plastic ducky.\nI can't explain last night.
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