D3 body, D1 cock
I specifically asked you not to be slutty tonight.
we put on a show in the hot tub for our boyfriends, then climbed out and both got down on our hands and knees and puked at the same time--still naked.
A donut and a mojito for breakfast...Helloooooo Derby Wekkend!
I wore my front clasp bra so he would have to prove his sobriety to me before we had sex.
side note. good thing you didn't come to drunk breakfast. we were judged by children.
I dont know, but the way you were flopping around and gurgling made me scared that you were actually drowning in the carpet.
I vaguely remember trying to exfoliate my face with your leg hair. Sorry about that.
If those antibiotics mean you can't drink, ya might as well pack your bags and re-enroll next fall, because sobriety this week would be social suicide.
It's gonna be ok. As we grow older we sometimes lose sight of what's important to us. Like safe sex. And standards.
Note to self don't give these guys your number. I've seen more dick tonight than a proctologist sees his whole career
How long until you're healed?
Physically? A week or so. Emotionally? The scars of dislocating my knee at a frat and flashing my panties to the whole crowd wi never heal.
I just want to order a very large pizza and get very drunk and very laid.
I'm about to take plan-b with a glass of wine and ramen noodles. I cannot decide who will hurt more...my vagina, my kidneys or my pride.
You know your life has gone off the rails when waking up in a Spanish hospital with alcohol poisoning and no memory of how you got there is not even your top wildest drinking story.
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