i kept saying "bloody hell" in a ron weasley accent until i forcibly told myself to shut up
Conclusion from last night: Sometimes being classy isn't as fun as making out with a guy on a pooltable in a bar. Happy birthday, Canada.
fuck off i hope your children turn out to be republicans
There will be two dogs there to provide supervision. Not to worry.
Based on the pics I have taken of hookups while they were passed out or sleeping, I have scientifically concluded that no two vagina lips are the same. They are like snowflakes.
My gyno overestimated by 3 TIMES the amount of sex we have per week. First of all, he must think I'm a freak. Secondly, I think we should catch up.
I fucking hate you. Some slutty looking drunk chick backed her ass up across the bar and started grinding on you. You ignored her because you didn't want to share you drink
I care about my drink far more than her feelings
Ran out of plates, so I'm using my sociology notes. Looks like they will finally have a practical use.
It's a little sad/awesome that I scored coke within 60 seconds of walking in the bar.
The student becomes the teacher.
I was thirsty after the sex and it was a long trek back to res so naturally I stole chocolate milk from his fridge as I left
The fact I have to evaluate my choice between tequila and fruity pebbles is a clear image of my life right now
Shaving your balls drunk sounds like a good idea untill you do it
The night is not complete until I am drnk and speaking to inanimate objects
I've amended my previous statement: I'm not allowed to put in my two weeks till I ask out the waitress. Now I have motivation on two levels
How many Hail Marys does a girl need to say to get some quality nudes?
Randomize