ohhh my god. this party should be titled "my hookups of summers past" be expecting some good stories tomorrow
A donut and a mojito for breakfast...Helloooooo Derby Wekkend!
it's not a party till someone uses the fire extinguisher.
He walked me home last night across campus while i fed him pasta out of a solo cup at 3 am.
another part of my inner child died when i emptied my crayon bank for dollar beer night.
in my defense, he kept drinking all of my water.
he had diabetes and you told him to stop being a pansy!
On a scale from 1 to the worst weekend of my life, that was an 11. I can see again, though.
Where did you go?
I'm not really sure. They have flavored vodka. I like it and I'm never leaving. Ever.
come home. i made deep-fried hotdogs; don't let me die alone.
hell or highwater he WILL get a blowjob in the hammock before the end of summer.
Currently tripping balls and watching Pink Floyd the wall and I'm crying during it. If this isn't a self realization then I don't know what to tell you.
That guy I hooked up with in new york last 2 statuses are "I'm going to be a father, it's a girl" then "wow syphilis sure does burn" I'm legit scared... What has my life come to.
had more orgasms than hours of sleep last night
you were making out with a girl because you told her you were part of Nsync
Everything is scary i hate being an adult i hate responsibility tell me a dick joke
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