i feel as if last night was a right of passage. to officially be an adult you must have a drunken one night stand with a co-worker and go to work the next day still drunk wearing yesterday's clothes...
we were doing it doggy-style and i felt him pop that pimple on my back.I have mixed feelings about it
you need to leave class get on facebook and start untagging IMMEDIATELY
After we finished he asked if I knew if it was a boy or girl. Diet. Starts. Now.
I should have some sort of frequent buyer card or something. I just bought my third bottle of Captain this week. It's Wednesday.
her bridesmaids come in huge, huger, wtf, and free willy. all their gown are strapless. its like watching the Hindenburg waddle down the isle.
I vomited in the sink and my bra was in there...I don't even have words to describe this hangover confusion
Ugh. my cast still smells like fermenting hot tub water and bad decisions.
It's a sit down to pee kind of hangover
I was galloping around pretending to give birth to pbrs. I could have used a mask.
should i save it for someone special or be a feminist and be like "my vagina doesnt define me"
He fell into the beer pong table and broke it. Then he threatened to throw the toliet at us if we didn't let him keep playing
Had a one night stand and didnt remember the guys name until he started sending me poems in the mail.
Listen I don't care what it's called as long as it's drugs
I never thought I'd be on my couch watching Star Trek, getting my tits rubbed while crying.
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