It's not just about fucking anymore... We decided we're actually in like now..
Bc when the owner of your local gay bar and a drag king ask you to take them to a rival gay bar 2hrs away at 4 in the morning YOU GO.
I have pink band-aids all over my body, WHAT HAPPENED?
Keg backpack and a Bike
Fuck morning classes and our weekday drinking habits.
Where are you?! I require drunk, males and possibly crying. Vomiting is optional and/or optimal as is karaoke.
Like I feel like I use my high IQ for the wrong things
I puked up my nose. THAT kind of night
I just got a get of my turf look from a hooker. Apparently, Ninja Turtles T-shirt+Jeans+Flip-Flops=Hooker Gear. Woot.
My vagina needs her own mother sometimes.
I woke up to pizza pinned to my wall. So that's that.
Reminding you of hookups your brain is trying to suppress. That's what friends are fooooooooor...
I just traded sex to frolic with a box of husky puppies. Is this rock bottom?
I just had all of the sex. All of it.
it was the kind of sex that I don't even know how my hair extentions are still in
What. The. Fuck.
You'll have to be more specific. I do a lot of "what the fuck" kind of stuff
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