My brain says no but my pants say off.
I really like him. That's why I'm having sex with someone else, so he doesnt think i'm a slut.
I'm wearing the bright blue sombrero all through the airport as a sign of triumph that I survived spring break. I'm getting compliments
States back in the final four. Now our sunday night drinking has purpose. Sparty on baby.
Had sex to a Lionel Richie song. I have a feeling I was conceived to it. Finally reached full circle.
Brutal- a couple weeks back I had a 28 hr blackout and four day hangover. S'why I decided to haul it in
But you wanna know what the sadest part is? I had to smoke on the way back home cause my mom would be suspicious if I wasn't high after I was supposedly hanging out with you.
My last memory involves me naked in a mens's bathroom stall. I really hope my date was with me.
I'm reciting my presentation (beer in hand) on the porch to a snowmen audience.
He puked in the funnel and continued to chug it. Who is this dude?
I'm so confused. I feel like I just intentionally took roofies to see where I'd end up.
He's so hot and there's so much R Kelly and vodka I think I might die.
I have invented a new game to play on campus. It's called "Mormons or Pledges?" It's fantastic.
I'm sorry I've been mean recently but tbh it really turns me on seeing you cry so it might happen a lot..... You're a pretty crier I don't get it
I haven't been drunk for four days and just realized I haven't taken a shit for three. This can't be healthy.
Which part?
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