Wednesday. Otherwise known, to you at least, as "there are two gay men in my bed" day.
I feel like a fucked a broomstick last night. You get a gold star.
Drunk in my research methods class at 9:30 in the morning. We should do a quantitative analysis of my mimosa consumption.
I am both scared and jealous.
Just woke up bloody and clutching a rear view mirror I'm pretty sure is from my car. For those of you keeping score at home this is why I stopped drinking four loko.
I feel the need to clarify that I did not show her my vagina.
Sorry about all of the penis things that happened last night.
I've come to the conclusion all of your awkward and complicated male encounters could easily be intercepted by a man town Yankee candle and a vibrator. Sleep on that tell me your thoughts in the morning. Sweet dreams.
Thats not real though. Slash there are other extenuating circumstances to lead me to believe dick is wanted
HOLY FUCK I SPELLED EXTENUATING RIGHT ON THE FIRST TRY. IM THE BEST DRUNK NA
We set around a table in a hotel room and he spoon fed Molly to everyone there... I felt sketch for sec but then... Oh well.
The convent might be a nice break from real life
My body looks like ricotta cheese had a vacation
He doesn't like Sabbath and that alone is a GIANT red flag. Learn from my experiences and never, I mean NEVER associate with people that hate Black Sabbath and Motörhead.
I vote we just hike, drink, and destroy dick
I'm going to confession for the first time in 6 years. Where do I start, the gay sex or rampant alcoholism?
i look like i'm walk-of-shaming but i'm really showered and re-clothed and rallying. i fool everyone
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