I don't think I can get bothered with getting laid tonight
Apparently at one point I was wearing my sweatshirt backwards like it was normal and then I threw up into the hood. Never drinking again.
I sent him a picture of my touching myself. He responded back "Your nails look really nice"
I just walked in on my roommates playing baseball with old vegetables and a bigass knife.
Apparently she doesn't appreciate the significance of eskimo sisterhood as much as I do.
Well on the bright side, I only need a sophomore to complete the fuck-a-guy-from-every-year-challenge.
Cognac is not meant to be taken in shots. I just wanted you to know the desperation of last night.
There's a bed on the roof. The window behind it is too small for it to go through. I'm impressed.
I would come over if there was not the impending fear of me shitting out my brains.
If you've never been partying there before, take Shae with you. Drunk Shae is like a GPS. She found us the only bottle shop still open at four, a pot dealer, and told us all which subway to take to get home. She'd never been to Madrid before. It was awesome.
Next time I try to break into the police station drunk, please stop me.
My card got declined when I tried to buy dippin dots at 2 am, the lady gave them to me for free because "I looked like I needed them."
Does it still count as a threesome if one girl left halfway through cause we were having too much sex?
Fuck you for even being able to ask that question
If your talking about a poncho I WANT ONE
He's the one named Andrew. In his profile picture he is the one on the right in the monkey costume.
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