the day after is always just damage control
his fiance had made him a calendar of pictures of her. he asked if he should take it down and i said no. i wanted her to watch.
his mom found me in the closet hiding and the only thing i could think of was to sit there and wave.
i would one night stand the shit outta him
And PS thanks for calling it my "sexual liberation" and not "slut fest 2010: part deux!"
I woke him up and he was mumbling something about it being moist, or he peed himself but it was okay.
A man in denim coveralls just shotgunned a beer on the dance floor
i didnt have any regrets until i found out he was a freshman.... and the only reason he got into yale was because of soccer... and he wasnt premed.
Not much, just taking another sorting hat quiz while waiting for this porno to finish buffering
Well after the shots I danced with a homeless guy, split my toe on broken glass, and had a 20 piece mcnugget. Who says postgrad life is boring.
If someone told me one person in the department was secretly a death eater, I would suspect her, no contest.
COKE WAS NOT ON THE ITINERARY FOR TONIGHT.
I just had a guy ask me if his "jewelry downstairs" would set off the metal detector.
No ive been in the mountains getting high and baking cookies with a 4 year old
I needed to pee, so I climbed out his window
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