: south campus drug res life name erik. Love, tran
I don't want to talk about it. He was like the Little Engine that couldn't get me off.
Once you realized you couldn't finish the 30 you started walking down the street and leaving a beer in everyone's mailbox
I have some memory of taking a dump in a guitar case.
I have just two goals for this NYE. 1) get so drunk that every guy looks like Clive Owen 2) make out with as many Clive's as possible.
you were sat in the corner crying until someone gave you a baguette, which you then tried to feed to the duck doorstop.
I regret nothing
He kept calling my vagina a magic clam, and it was speaking to him, telling him to feed it his penis. I played along.
I needed that adderall to break my tradition of passing out at the bar on Sundays
Drunk me spoon fed everyone baby food last night.
i repeatedly had to ask him if he was into this because he kept talking about random things while i jerked him off. i got annoyed and in order to annoy him back, i told him i wanted to watch him do it. he also talked about basketball WHILE cumming. NEVER AGAIN.
we managed to melt a few different forms of plastic into the cannibutter....
My dad called me in the middle of the night, drunk on vodka, asking for references on the Irish alphabet.
I got fucked in a bat mobile this morning. Being slutty rules.
this dude is way too smart. he just explained to me the different scientific components of drugs while we smoked. i said i loved icecream.
Your drunk self managed to not pee on anyone's bed
Go me
I'm actually proud
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