My place. Tomorrow Night. Bring your liver, and something for it to do.
she says it's "been amazing lately"
i think basically because i hate her so much i'm trying to break her in half
I called the bar to ask if they found my Id and credit card and they remembered me as 'the girl who signed her receipt in blood'
my drunk uncle just explained that turkeys are not gentle lovers... and no context doesn't make it better.
you kept running around the room with a flask shouting "so much room for activities!" then someone tripped you and you passed out
i kinda regret how quickly i gave it up to him, but i just wanted the regular fucking to begin soon. ah we made good memories.
I know I am usually the slut but tonight it's her. She is being a slut, yes slut, T as in Tomorrow, U as in Uterus, L as in Llama and S as in Sangria. That spells slut, but backwards and that's what she is being.
It's official. I now have that "I was drunk and needed the money" college story to share later in life.
the beer staff turned into a beer spear way to quickly
My vagina is depressed thinking about her future.
she didnt realize that i was putting on the same condom i used the night before with some other girl
I just put fruit snacks in my sangria instead of real fruit. Its like freshman year all over again..
We couldn't afford sangria freshman year. We're lucky we had fruit snacks..
Hahah. They reconnected again?
Like with his penis I guess
He initiated the conversation by sending me a picture of his penis at 4 am
xanax give me strength to not ask where we stand with booty calls
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