I think he may have called me a bar rat, jokingly. I said i was but in a non-trashy way.
so exactly how many freshman chicks did i tell to call me "the tripod"?
we were on a sandy mattress. i was wearing a sweatshirt with a poodle on it and eating a whopper jr. i wouldn't have fucked me either.
I miss vodka workout Fridays
we are playing family charades. my sister pointed at me. everyone guessed alcoholic.
We are winners. And by winners I mean home wrecking sluts
Isn't that what our 20s r for?? Testing the strength of other people's shitty relationships?
If by "in control" you mean him showing-up to work wasted, calling a customer a "fuckstick," and getting fired on the spot? Then yes, he is.
Your cock is gonna weep like a baby
nothing can ever be as bad as the night i blacked out, updated my fb status to i need a pity fuck and then passed out for 13 hours.
Looking for my adderal, only found acid. What a shame
Watching Supernatural does more for me sexually than the physical encounters with 90% of the men in my life.
last night i fell off a barstool and busted my nose. i can regretfully say that i didn't see cherub last night.
Why am I sleeping on top of the fridge?
You were playing hide and seek with the dog. she couldn't find you and you passed out.
I pelvic thrusted so hard while he was eating me out that his nose started bleeding. I think it's broken. Trophy scars, right?
We're playing drunken roulette. We're taking exlax followed by shots. First person to shit themselves loses!
Randomize
