I wouldn't necessarily call it an addiction, more of a passion. I'm habitually passionate.
Gentleman, we have a new medal category - number of women per day in apartment WITHOUT FURNITURE
I'm sober enough to question why I have your name as "the wolverine" in my phone.
We're not even buying beer. Just vodka. In pre-retrospect this was a bad idea but we're doing it anyway
Half of elefante. Gelafin galaxy
I made out with all three roommates...I didnt realize that was actually an awkward situation.
we started the countdown to drunken sledding this weekend.
I don't drink so I see St. Patty's as an LSD type of day. Its like a more hardcore 420
Everytime I get drunk I wake up hugging the bag of bagels from three months ago
What's the worst that could happen? I'm already broke and my leg's already broken
I made a nest in his bed. I'm not leaving
So, i might have left my morals back in 2011.
He stopped mid-fuck to explain his choice in pillows. HE WAS STILL IN ME!
I'm touching everything in your apartment with my penis.
Because talking after sexting is equivalent to cuddling after sex
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