we're blogging at a bar
So it's like pop-o-matic trouble, but with penises
It was like my butthole was peeing. Felt comforting yet not fulfilling.
she gave him a mild concussion from throwing him against the wall in an attempt to dance with him. gotta love monday nights at the sandbar.
someone wrote "the short drunk lives here" on our door. i already have a reputation
im honestly more upset that i fucked a buckeyes fan than about cheating on my boyfriend...
We tried to break her futon, I crushed my balls instead. You have one less reason to be jealous that my balls are insanely huge and yours are not.
Getting drunk before noon on a Tuesday. When did this become my life? Did you know that a six-pack of Smirnoff is 2 liters?
Wake up. We're going shopping for booze and samurai swords.
classified somewhere between kinky and medically inadvisable
he's just got his life so together and it makes my pussy wet.
I can't base my relationships off of good dick and dogs.
Let go out that Thursday night!
Yess sounds good, I have to go turn myself in the next day because what happened last Friday.
are you drinking tonight?
I have an exam tomorrow
so yes.
For the love of god, if any of you are up, bring me pants.
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