I guess there's a 50 percent chance that it was her that wet my bed.
Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. I drunk emailed a professor on friday. Oh my god. Oh my god.
walked right past julianne moore (on her walk of shame this morning) god i love new york. :)
I have decided to cut my hair. This is based solely on the fact there is too much of it to clean vomit out every Sunday afternoon.
I woke up naked in my own vomit. Not even in my bed. No one is happy.
i can't decided whether the fact that her nipples are bigger then her palms is a problem or not
Haha its ok. When we got back you sat in the car and attempted to tell me in sign language you were blacked out lol
there are 5 pictures on my phone from last night, 4 are too blurry to recognize and the 5th is you dangling a twizzler over your mouth, naked.
Home. Hour long discussion with mom. Very frightened. Eating a sausage. Don't remember making it. Confused.
Before he left he told me if his girlfriend ever finds out, she'll take us both to an alley and kill us.
He didn't even get to the first chorus of Hotel California before he started convulsing on top of me.
SHE MASTURBATED TO THE THOUGHT OF ME HAVING AN ALL DUDE THREESOME WITH HER EX BOYFRIENDS.
I don't know how much expertise I could offer. My best advice is, "don't drown, for god's sake don't drown"
So if your sore it's because you tried to tackle a tree last night. When I told you at the party, you said "What do you expect, I'm an athlete!"
I woke up to the sound of her peeing at the end of the bed at 4am.
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