is it bad that i kinda- ok, reallyyy don't remember having sex with him last night?
it is 7:54 and i am surrounded by drunk old people. drunk enough that my grandmother and her friend just compared boobs. as in, shirts off, bras coming down. save me.
No. Please No. At first it was cool when you started bring an extra girl home for me but after 2 cycles of clap medicine I'm putting an end to it.
I think the best part was when you jumped over me naked.
It's like the last supper of drinking before the summer ends
Dude I've kinda accepted I may leave Nola with the clap.
The kid across the hall found me in the hallway using a hot pocket box as a pillow. I said its okay I live here.
This essay is so getting done. I am spurred on by thoughts of test-driving your newly shaven face by sitting on it as soon as humanly possible.
She kept telling people I wrecked her brain. That high.
In case you wake up wondering why your eyes hurt... You were claiming to be Zeus and that mortal weapons couldn't harm you. Some chick took it as a challenge and pepper sprayed you. Sorry dude.
The last thing I remember was naked hot tub and taking a shot and using the hot tub water as a chaser. Not acceptable.
you start one little fire by the lake and the police want to talk to you all night...
Dont judge the spank bank, just be happy that you were deposited there.
you started putting peanut butter on your pubes.
There were 16 girls and 31 titties. That’s how the club was. Lance doesn’t get to decide ever again.
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