I wanna go to beed woth a nboy
Conclusion from last night: Sometimes being classy isn't as fun as making out with a guy on a pooltable in a bar. Happy birthday, Canada.
I puked all over his apartment, then slept with the skinniest girl here. Which isn't saying much in Ohio.
So the bar isnt gonna put that broken window on my tab. appaerently they want cash
Do you think the guy at the front desk was watching us last night? Although we were in a public pool, therefore our tits were free game.
I came home ate all of my roomates poptarts and then vommited on her duvet cover. I don't think today is the day to suggest the whole "sex instead of rent money" idea
It started out just like any other night: was watching a Zach Effron movie, drinking tequila out of a water bottle. I don't understand how this got out of hand.
Apparently I yelled "no stop it" in my sleep last night when he tried to cuddle with me.
Oops, guess its official. I just use him for sex.
I vaguely remember making out with his tattoo (?) and giving him an awesome massage and then I passed out on his floor. Shrug
While you wait, fill out your state patrol application. Not trying to be your mom, I just really want to fuck a cop.
Is it frowned upon to puke at Keeneland while you're betting on horses or is it just whatev
no strings attached, like you could fuck him and then throw him off a building right after
Honey...this isn't my 20's. This is my 30's. I paid for this house and these expensive ass sheets to fuck in them. Get your ass over here.
I think next time I give head I'm gonna try making the chewbacca noise.
I look forward to it
the funny thing was, all i remember was a liter of vodka and going to oneonta for the night. then 2 weeks later bam, i get a letter banning me from campus for the next 4 years. awesome convorsation with my dad to wake up to.
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