Hm. I declare blue a flavor.
at the resort hottubing with french twins, who brought champange. this should be a postcard.
his blackberry tasks were 1. take names and 2. kick ass
I couldn't tell if those girls from the bar were lesbians or just awesome
from the looks of the bare footprints in the snow it looks like i was dancing in circles which explains the frozen puke
It's a lightpost hitting you in the head. Of course it's going to hurt the day after.
It was a cry at the bar alone type of night, served with a side of passing out facedown in my nachos.
Give me one reason I shouldn't put the phrase "sex emotions" into my essay.
No.
I'm concerned that this blind man on the bus has a boner right now
I ate the last cupcake. I'm sorry. It was in the refrigerator mocking me. So I ate it. And it was glorious. But I'm sorry.
Cancun blessed me with a drinking problem
at one point, you reached into your purse, pulled out a tampon, and proceeded to rub it on your lips like chapstick... that drunk
Just boned her on my desk. on top of my term paper. take that professor dipshit
I was singing Colors of the Wind and swigging vodka and still felt like more of an adult.
Didn't know my clit could produce that many orgasms in one night. Fuck my husband; think I might have to become a lesbian.
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