its summer. and we all know college gfs do not count in summer.
college gfs dont count ever. theyre like getting corn rows in jamaica. you feel cool at the time. then you go home and people make fun of you.
yeah so i didn't even realize i was on meth until the next morning
I don't care. He smelled like a fucking chilli cookoff
I was just referred to as 'the margarita slut' by an 11 year old.
She's making tacos & sangria tonight. I'm sure that's how the pilgrims pregamed.
I just remember thinking, if she falls asleep, I'm totally eating that spilled chex mix right off of her.
The walk home from the bar is FAR more shameful in daylight.
Everyone threw up but him. I took off my shirt because I puked on it. There were also a lot of drag queens involved.
have i crossed some slutty boundary when gay guys are sending me cock pics?
Well that's another check off the sexual bucketlist of things I never wanted to experience.
I fell into his fridge. I want to leave.
My suggestion is that you just get high and set shit on fire
Well. I mean as excuses for running late go, 'losing track of time in the bathhouse' has gotta be up there on the top ten.
Okay first of all fuck you and everything you stand for because Taco Bell is amazing.
Then you fell out of your chair, looked right at me and said, "You are sooo drunk."
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