To answer your question of whether I "went back," tits just informed me I was kicked out for falling off my barstool and passing out on the floor...
He came in the heat vent in my car. Don't ask how it happened.
so high. i feel like my whole body is a boner
you were convinced campus grass and foliage would give you your daily serving of vegetables to balance out the amount of alcohol you drank.
Also how the fuck did i get like 30 brown napkins
He just called shotgun on the way to the squad car.
I really should sober up and deal with this hangover
It seems to be one of those life decisions I'm perfectly content never making though
He called himself excalibur. Thats all I remember.
i'm using salt from the free peanuts to stop the bleeding.
Can we just talk about how I wrote out all the stuff I had to do this week and for Thursday it says "drink and cry"? ...I don't remember putting that but it sounds like something I would do
I don't care how great the sex was, I cannot unsee what has been seen. I regret ever stalking his Facebook.
He fucked me so hard my nail polish actually chipped. I'm keeping him.
you ran up to the police and said "fuck the police shit we living in hell ". Then you dropped your Margarita and said "Darby Out" lol
I felt like I needed to shower with a Mr. Clean Magic Eraser.
I basically spent the entire weekend in bed with that red head.Every time I tried to leave she got me too horny to think straight. I was kidnapped by vagina
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