nothing as in nothinggggg kills the mood for me is when a girl with 4 cm nipple hair
awesome recipe for disaster- bar hopping at the airport
apparently, i ordered a pogo stick last night. i can't even be mad about that.
She fucked me for a ride to the airport. If this is what the rest of college is like, I'm never graduating.
It wasn't really sex. It was just rolling around, trying to make sure his dick didn't end up in my ass.
Also when they left they could only find one sock between the two of them. Apparently we're like crazy sock ripping vixens when we bring guys home drunk
I had to put a towel over my laptop because the little power light was too bright. New hangover low.
just walked across campus with a bottle of champagne in between my boobs. night two and the quest for classiness is already over
we need to tell them stories about when happens when we're sober so they think they know what they're in for when they're actually completely unprepared for whn happens when we get drunk
If I ever write a memoir I'm thinking "Choosing to sit in a vat of shit" would fit
Okay but look at his jawline. I NEED TO RIDE IT.
You should of known that i was high if i refer to myself as melting into anything
"keg stand!" on a roof abruptly turned into "call the medics"
I could have sworn that I went home last night... but judging from the couch I just woke up on, apparently not.
Gonna do a few lines then clean my room so I can feel like my life is somewhat in order.
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