I could have mohawked her pubes.
the mandatory saturday morning class for those written up by RA's turned into a gold mine...just met EVERY hot chick that parties.
she sounds like chewbacca in bed
I feel as though the word "tired" has become synonymous with "too high to manage the stairs" lately
Birthday Treasure Hunt was to follow the clues. At each spot there was a stick on tattoo and a shot and at the end there was 2 cases of beer. I have 13 tattoos and don't remember turning 18.
I don't know at which point last night turned terribly, terribly wrong, but it was somewhere around Motel 6, specifically the parking lot.
At least I look tastefully trashed. My nipples are hidden and I'm standing up.
Oh you know, sitting here in my bathing suit watching antiques road show and petting the cat. Just the usual
theres 2 cans of open Campbell's soup on the counter and a note that says "guess which one is puke" ... want lunch?
I thought I could grab a hold of my stream of urine. So she left pretty soon after that.
I'm honored that you could tear yourself away from your girlfriend's vagina long enough to text me.
O was like, nah, fuck 50-50. My version of bi is that i'm 80% gay, 20% drug-addled decisions. Apparently he's straight on hallucinogens.
No no this isn't that fun. I'm alone drinking wine and me and the dogs ran out of things to talk about around 9 am.
You threw up at the outdoor bar and it was pretty...astonishing just how much can come out of such a small human.
home. only unpacked the necessities...contact case and beer.
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