things it involved: vodka, boy parts, possible photos of me on a cell phone. things it did NOT involve last night: my bra, his pants, and sobriety.
Its like the long john silvers of colleges, I wouldnt even go there to use the bathroom
Agreed. Everyone should experience a blackout before 3pm in their lifetime.
His room was full of guns. It was like having sex with Clint Eastwood.
I am not old enough to be running into past fucks at the bank. This is at least a twenty five year old milestone.
If we could never, ever tell mike i pissed in his closet, that would be really really great
He told her hed rather go bobbing for apples in puke than have sex with her.
told our landlord the hole in the wall was from your head during drunk sex..
how did he take it?
not as well as i would have thought
I'm just going to text him the word sex repeatedly until he comes over.
Did it work?
Duh, it only took 27 texts and 15 minutes and he was at my front door.
At some point you realize they're vacuuming and you still have to sober up. Please find me a boyfriend thanks .
He put his hand in my cleavage. NOT ON. IN. BETWEEN. NO more gingers
The forecast for tonight is alcohol and low expectations.
You're the only meteorologist I listen to.
Beans, may the odds of a nip slip and drunken make out session be ever in your favor
Please tell me why we have been neighbors since elementary school and waited until the night before I moved to fuck.
Lunch date was a success. And you'll be proud- my legs stayed closed.
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