i am sick of getting naked and seeing how fat i am.
i can't believe i had my finger in that
I don't know at least half of his name. I have officially become a statistic.
Its your turn to fuck our RA next time she threatens us with an underage.
they bet me shots that I couldn't give people piggyback rides around the club just cause I'm 125lbs and a girl...I had a line forming after the third guy.
He wouldn't let me leave his house until he made me orgasm once for every year I've been alive. The birthday sex song did not prepare me for this.
Not after That Night. No. I hate tequila. And it hates me. Very mutual hateship going on.
well, at the moment I'm sleeping in someone's closet in a buzzlightyear snuggie, so I can't judge,
i think i just asked a donut if it was ok
He must have found my secret supply of blow and took a bump before we left the house. Rude.
He could of at least asked
Can i have the words "she went crazy and never came back" written on my grave?
Whose dick am I looking at? There are too many possibilities at the moment.
I'm pretty sure even the managers want me to show up hungover my last day, it would be negligent and disrespectful to do otherwise
I gave him one of my famous hand jobs.
Bahahaha I just turned on the fan in front of the elliptical to avoid puking//try to get some baywatch hair going and the guy next to me thanked me because he was "getting nauseas from the smell of stale sweat and tequila"
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