this study room smells like vodka
the study room thinks the same about you
I hurt. I blacked out in a onesie. Reevaluation needs to happen.
How do you feel?
Like the devil himself shit me out, baked me into a pie, ate the pie, and shit me out again.
I'm so hungover. I just keep eating the otter pops I'm trying to use to get rid of my hickies.
apparently i tried to facetime the drunk bus last night, that's probably why we had to walk back to campus
Drunk ass.
I'm making a quesadilla and including it in the picture because that's the only way I think I can send her dick pics.
he just kept repeating "those were some pretty nipple-y tits" over and over the rest of the night
I think my favorite day of the week is the day we get to fuck
Yeah no problem. What are blow job angels for anyways
She said she didn't know what fireball was. We are no longer friends.
we're at the bar celebrating my ex bootycall getting his new gf pregnant... and me narrowly escaping a future as kitty foreman
Sometimes i wish my vagina automatically turned itself off when i'm legally drunk.
what the fuck happend anyway? How did it go from smoothies after work to blacking out?
We were having sex and he started doing some weird swivel move. I was like wtf and he said sorry just trying to pop my knee.
Speaking of dumpster fires, your ex tried to add me on Facebook
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