So..he puked on my dress and I had to walk back to the dorms in his little sisters Scooby Doo pajamas.
I don't know you.
i googled "the goonies drinking game." i may be alone, but i'm living the college dream.
I'm like connect-the-dots of drunk. Whiskey, bourbon, vodka, rum, gin. The hidden picture is me faceplanting.
I want to apologize 3 days in advance for what's about to take place on St. Patrick's day.
He told me his mother taught him that move. What the hell do I say to that?
walmarts paint section shouldnt be open at 3am
On a side note I think I burnt my eyebrow when we "teter-totered" into the fire
Nothing like an old fashioned, wine fueled, anxiety-cry in the shower to start off finals week.
It's 6 a.m. ... what the hell.
I told him I'd go cook him breakfast, but ended up passing out on the kitchen floor in the fetal position spooning the dog
What's the mantra for Sunday?
I will not have sex with him.
I honestly think she should have her own reality show called "Lowering the Bar" and it consists of a camera crew following her from Bar to bar hooking up with unsuspecting drunk attractive men.
Who knew wearing a toga outside would provide for and infinite amount of dick to choose fron
I slapped a guy during sex last night because he moaned the wrong name. Then I remembered I gave him a fake name. Sorry bro.
It's becoming clear to me that I am not sugar baby material. I don't think I could handle old balls long term.
Are we at that level of friendship where we can share slutty stories and not hold it against the other person at a later date ?
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