Let's just be mature adults about last night and never speak of it again.
A. What the fuck are period panties? B. Don't ever wear them around me... or bears.
You know, it doesn't really count as a walk of shame if you guys showered together the next morning
i decided i'll just settle for a gay guy who can manage to fuck me like the straight guys do. but here i go again, talking about my dream man.
Hypothetically going to the gym on coke was a good idea
pro-tip: weed infused snickerdoodles are far less conspicuous to eat at work than brownies. no one ever suspects the snickerdoodle.
Just woke up, shitty hungover, and realized that every article of clothing I slept in was backwards, bra included. Fuck you, gin. Fuck you.
So wait. Let me get this straight lol... you... are are considering offering fetish services to "trample and own" someone for $80 in order to pay for someone to come organize ur shit? Pure genius.
This girl looks like an elf and is obviously on coke. I want to be her.
Reports of my death were greatly exaggerated.
She told me she brought a guy home but that he looked pickled. And no, that's not an autocorrect.
Hahahah pickled
I asked her what she meant and she said that he looked like he had soaked in water.
If you can't have hot, loud sex in a dorm for the last time ever, what can you do in this world?
I mean...he danced with his dick still inside of me. What more could a girl ask for?
I woke up in a beaver hat and contruction vest.. I need answers.
This night could easily degenerate into a drunken haze of strippers and gambling, but I need a support network.
Randomize
