things it involved: vodka, boy parts, possible photos of me on a cell phone. things it did NOT involve last night: my bra, his pants, and sobriety.
i'm going through the NYU 2014 group looking for future drunken hookups. too slutty?
Dude, I couldn't come. She sounded like a goddamn dying walrus.
I wouldn't necessarily say I'm in her pants...I'd say I'm more on the on ramp to the freeway to the long way to her pants. There really isn't a short cut.
His best friend's cat died so we had a drunken burial ceremony on the side of his condo at 2am and I'm pretty sure if anyone gets ahold of the video feed from Martini Monday we're all fired.
When I told him he could take naked pics of me, did I really need to specify that he could not email them to my brother's friends for bragging rights?
Final Summary: could he eat a lit sparkler? Probably. Could he do it while peeing off the roof? I'll tell you when you get to the ER.
And thanks to you I'm pretty sure I'm banned from every qdoba in south carolina. And cab company
He skipped an important family function with his dying father to fuck me. Terrible human, amazing fuck buddy.
I can't hookup with a guy in my car because it smells like Taco Bell..
I think you are severely overestimating being able to get your lingerie back by posting the lyrics of Irreplaceable
He told me to be a woman and make him dinner. So I threw a bagel at him and went out to dinner.
Interesting. All i can really say is humanoid shaped doritos bags melting very slowly
It's still fucked up that my mom let me think Vanilla Ice was my dad for YEARS just because she thought it was funny.
It's nice doing the walk of shame at 530 am, the birds are chirping, campus is empty, and it's dark so noone can see who the Fuck you are
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