it was all good till he told me to dance slow and quiet
i found a dude playing guitar on the portapotty
I wouldn't necessarily call it an addiction, more of a passion. I'm habitually passionate.
i guess it wasn't a booty call since he got home from the club at 6:00 am... he told me to consider it morning sex
Let's put it this way, it's 9am and that box of wine looks like the cure
it's fine if we fail the bar, we were never going to satisfy the moral character requirement anyway
there is a dude in the bar with no arms getting fed beers by his friends
You "were" hungover, which is past tense. So that gives you no excuse not to go out tonight.
Struggs. It's also 90 degrees out but I'm not sure I can feel heat or cold any more. Too hungover.
Do you knowwwwww you never ha to pee while lhr on eztacy
We were having sex and his high flatmates stood outside his room playing the guitar and singing Somebody to Love by Justin Beiber. Weirdest night ever.
not totally sure where im at but i think i've definitely woken up on this couch before. bong on the coffee table looks familiar. should be able to find my way home
Every time I start to trust vodka, it does this to me.
My vagina cried when he left. I think she's about to be at war with my self respect.
Don't know where this pizza came from but i got breakfast in bed
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