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...
I'm pretty sure my roommate has taken plan B more times than i've had sex. Not sure how that makes me feel.
so then you were screaming "GIVE ME KELVINS!" and heating things up in the microwave and no one knew what you wanted
So are you the girl that gave me herpes? or was that the girl from the night before
I just used my med student white coat as ID to buy beer at 9 in the morning
You seemed more interested in the queso dip than you were in the hand job
Just saw all the pictures from the party. I'm wearing a different shirt in every single one.
I'd say the best part of the party was when you screamed to everyone that you were gettin dome on the reg
I've got to admit, I'm a little hesitant about giving him road head. I've seen how he drives and I've seen how he acts when I give him head. A small part of me is saying this is going to end badly.
I'm drunk in a field. the chupacobra is going to eat me. if I die serve vodka at my funeral.
My vag hurts but I feel vindicated
That is an interesting emotion combo
Looked like a bag of smashed assholes and smelt like a brewery - still got morning sex. Marriage rules sometimes!
This is exactly why you shouldn't bang your bartender. Although the awkward free shots are a plus.
I'm serious. I have boob tassles if this is an exchange thing.
Did I penguin dive down a hill last night?
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