like i told you yesterday: virgins, blood, my name. do it.
Just incase you were wondering, the count of ladies who have perioded on chairs at our fine restaurant is now at 3.
Suite mates just came in and said that we have to go to Africa. They're already packed. Didn't know you could get that high.
i want to have as much fun as i did last weekend. but plus the condom and minus the fear.
Let's review the facts-we're bored, we have a ton of beer, and we live 5 minutes from the zoo. This equation is easily solvable
You're going to have to tell him your name isn't Ivor McTruckson eventually.
Found him fucking some random drunk chick in the bathrrom at the blue lep with a beer in each hand. had to give him props.
she looked at me completely serious and said "orgasms are 15% Stronger during a hurricane" and started to take all her clothes off
got high to the hills theme song. FEEL THE RAIN ON YOUR SKIN. no regrets.
Tonight was the second time that I've pretended like English was my 2nd language to avoid conversation w a creeper.
Phone sex soon? I mean date. Sex date. Date phone.
all 3? possibly?
I think I'm up to the challenge.
So the next three days will be henceforth known as the 'celebration of the end of the most irresponsible years of my life' be prepared to wake up naked in a ditch.
Getting stoned and sitting front row in a legal class.. Not my best idea
I have the liquor shits and this time, it's personal.
I need to reevaluate my stance on weekday hangovers...