my drunken desire to be gossip girl continues to ruin friendships for me
I wanna passion pit in your ass
you were on all fours yelling at the earth to stop spinning.
So this shipmate of mine somehow managed to throw up in his back pocket.
It's a Lindsey's Going to Jail Theme party.
Its your turn to fuck our RA next time she threatens us with an underage.
and my attempt at hiding my drunkness from my parents included walking into the wall as soon as they let me into the house.
it was all good until he screamed "for fraaannnceee" on his last thrust
Remind me tomorrow that I was taking shots of burnetts in the subway line while placing my order
I like to think I'd be good at dodging genitalia.
There is no try. Just do it. Yoda said that. Or Nike. I can't remember. whiskey
You can't mix blow jobs, bacon, and Star Wars.
A) just did. And b-z) that sounds like a great Sunday morning.
We went from zero to drunk tank in 45 minutes.
Pagan metal show. There is a folk dance happening in the mosh pit. Also, I have no idea where we are.
Drove by a guy getting road head, midday on O Street. That could be us, but you won't let me in your pants when you drive.
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