I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
im holly from the hills drunk
Superbowl + Mdma, hope we're on the same page.
There are too many people on this bus for it to be even REMOTELY okay that I'm wearing a puke covered sweater
i'm already feeling the tequila hangover i'm going to have on friday
Also, that dude projectile vomiting all over the living room was the perfect distraction for me to swipe the booze and run.
Dude you made a rodeo shot in beer pong won the game then got in the hot tub poured beer all over the side and screamed "hot tub time machine!"...
This hangover makes more sense now
She's doing hand stands on the train as I type. Idk if I'm impressed it embarrassed. Or turned on.
She looked up at the menu and yelled this is my absolute favorite literacy
whatever the appropriate amount of shots is to consider drunken acrobatics a good idea was a few less than I actually had
he came to me for relationship advice and we ended up fucking in my backseat
As much as my throat was opened up this weekend, you'd think I wouldn't nearly choke on a damn almond.
He was really cute! And I know but it's just like getting my fix ya know? He's basically a human vibrator.
My arm is completely dead, never again will i give you a 20 minute hand job. You better have enjoyed that asshole. I have to text with my left hand now.
Yeah. I got a Tetnus shot then partied like it was 1999.
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