Wow i just got reported to security for being a homeless person trying to break into the library.
I have no idea what i drank..i remember dancing and ass grabbing..u falling. Headbutts. Trying not to puke. And deja vu.
Dude its barely eleven am and there is already a firetruck and ambulance at the shamrock...happy st paddys day
i licked the inside of a toilet bowl for $14. i really can't talk about my night.
They high fived mid Eiffel Tower, then we all proceeded to talk about how our friendship is much stronger now. I'd say a successful first threesome.
Call me when you get up. This hang-over is like dismantling a bomb: I need someone to talk me through it.
You can do it. What doesn't kill us just drives us to drink
I don't know at which point last night turned terribly, terribly wrong, but it was somewhere around Motel 6, specifically the parking lot.
We're going to work out tomorrow I guess but it usually consists of doing weights for 10 minutes, then saying fuck cardio and going to Taco Tuesday
i forgot to brush my teeth before I went over so i went to the bathroom and started eating his toothpaste. we're still in the early stages of fuckdom
Are you 5:30 blackout again?
And he's in a frat. Everyone in a frat is gay. It's science.
moral of my life: don't tell a guy you want to have sex with him. he'll get back together with his ex.
i wish he'd fuck me as good as he is at karate.
My face is going numb. I think it's time I call it quits
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