I can't believe believe she called me a slut. She doesn't know anything about me or my life.
Shit, that's something a lot of sluts say.
I have a beer in one hand and a slim fast in another. It's another one of those wednesday nights.
I am too hungover to address any of this right now, every time i move it feels like i'm being bitch slapped by the hand of God
Walking down the street at 11 pm dressed in bubble wrap. Why is the bar so fucking far away??
I'm basically just sitting in the porta poTty finishing my bottle of champagne bc I am too lazy to carry it back to the tailgate
He was crying because he hiccuped every time he kissed me. We then crawled to the kitchen because neither of us could stand, and I spoon-fed him peanut butter "to cure his ailment."
I feel a five day drunk coming on.
Everybody in the immediate area is hooking up like it's doomsday
WHY AM I NOT THERE?
So this whole chlamydia situation totally puts a damper on my back to school sex schedule, there's just no way of knowing who of them was the perpetrator... Time for new candidates
Dude, it's not gay. It's winter.
Got high with dad and hunted squirrels in the basement. Is this seriously what my life has come to?
I have a cracked rib, no way in hell I'm bottoming for him tonight!
literally who communicates this much post-hookup why r u like this
i'm not so sure everythign we did last night was legal...
I can see. My condolences to your vagina.
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