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Walking by Farrand Field is better than a porno right now.
new low: my hungover self just mistook bacon grease for mashed potatoes. worst. mistake. ever.
is this the sara with the beer cane?
There was a photo of his face glued to a lifesize Kim Kardashian cutout. By the end of the night he was doing shots out of medicine cups and making everybody hug it goodbye.
Shoot me. I need tickles, a drink, sushi and a handy
Order is debatable
I don't have patience to seek someone out and try to decipher whether or not I think I'd want to actually have their dick in my face.
While running home from the bar in high heels I multi- tasked and sexted with Brent. Jesus.
You were walking away to pee and as you were undoing your belt you looked at me and said "the belt is off. the game is on. Remever that."
I told him he was like my favorite pair of jeans; I may not wear them every day, but I'll never get rid of them and they make my ass look fantastic. Needless to say he was not thrilled.
She didn't complain to the library attendant about us being too loud. She complained after you grabbed her highlighter off the table to stir vodka into your tumbler with.
I woke up with broken tostitos all over my bed and a snap chat of myself flipping off the camera.
You literally asked him, “Do you come here often? Do you want to visit my vagina?” With no hesitation
Sober sex is weird like I didn't expect this when I got clean
We live walking distance from the coors factory. no, we do not have a dry week.
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