dinner at cheesecake factory: $40. drinks at yard house: $50. having sex in the VG parking lot while people are staring at you awkwardly: priceless. Goodnight.
the only reason I knew his name is because half way through I looked up and it was tatooed on his chest.
For once I'm glad there wasn't morning sex. Yes, that sore from the night before.
unrelatedly i think im gonna download boogie nights just to see mark wahlberg's penis
you were passed out in your cheese fries by the time he brought out your second order of french toast.
And I was somehow convinced to wash the glassware at the bar topless.
For some reason I just don't think you going to the gay bar alone on thanksgiving is a good idea.
I'm sitting in the corner at the bar with a poolstick in case a brawl breaks out. Some crazy shit is going down and I'm trying to show my feathers like a horny peacock.
I knew it was time to stop when you guys were playing a drinking game called "every three steps take a drink"
New discovery: pineapple flavored vodka. Life made, liver in jeopardy. Graduation t-minus 50 minutes.
All you need to know is that isn't jizz
Ugh. Lets go crawl into a dairy-gluten-chlamydia free hole somewheres.
I'm sure there are thousands getting dick today in the name of independence
Don't remember anything. Melissa just said I kept saying welcome to the bat cave
Are you seriously getting this frustrated over a hand-job right now?
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