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.
i can't believe i had my finger in that
it will be a sad day when drinking racks of keystone isnt socially acceptable anymore
His mom told be she once got turned down for playboy. 1 biggest mistake Hugh made. 2 is she hitting on me?
Apparently I mistakenly called the hair club for men at 3am... they called me back this morning.
No. He just yelled "youre having one more orgasm!" So he made that happen and then he rolled over and went to sleep.
There's gotta be a happy medium between the guys who only want to sleep with me and the ones that respect me too much to try to sleep with me.
i decided i'll just settle for a gay guy who can manage to fuck me like the straight guys do. but here i go again, talking about my dream man.
Okay: Whipped cream, vodka, and a trampoline. This will either be really great, or really tragic.
Give us adventure or give us cock. Or cocktails.
The magician guy on probation is here at the bar. I'm gonna get him to show me a trick
Id like to submit an apology whenever you feel like talking.
Its not gonna be for awhile Im not a very forgiving person especially since you TOTALED MY FUCKING CAR.
Tonights mission: get trashed, smoke a bowl on top of the silo, get some dick. Not necessarily in that order.
She's the other freshman on this drunken voyage
In celebration of finishing my homework, lets drink tea w/ vodka
Randomize
