When we were fucking, you could hear the beer sloshing around in my stomach
I'm not ready for the Pike bikes to move back in to town it was wonderful seeing that sorority house empty all summer
... I'm KD
just used a paint mixing cup as a shot glass. thank u art school.
A few things for you to consider: 1. Drunk enough that I'm looking up the dictionary definition of Wish. 2. Dictionary.com has new features. 3. Windows is offering me 500 business cards for 5 bucks. 4. I've always wanted a card that says I'm a ninja
I haven't had nearly enough lesbian experiences to fully commit to this relationship.
He just keeps repeating "this isn't my bagel".. i'm worried for his safety
I have reached the state of intoxication where it is now a requirement to sit while peeing.
I'm eating my emotions. I am no longer interested in anybody other than my own hand and vagina.
I drew a nude short fat middle aged woman today and liked it
It was honestly one of my favorite days in art class except for the 20 min she faced me and kept looking at me and we made eye contact
I might as well rub my vagina against it before I throw it away.
It is unclear if my flaming esophagus is hangover induced.
My husband gave me a key to his house. I thinks this means we're getting kinda serious.
I remember yelling at him telling him that the strippers were "nice people."
so i may or may not have just had sex on the stage of the lecture hall....
The air I exhale reeks of whiskey and bad decisions
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