there were at least 5 of us standing around the bathroom stall cheering you on to throw up.
The neighbors are smoking hash and doing Julia Child impressions...again.
how are pickles made is in the google history again... why do you always wonder that, and forget the answer?
Just found the bucket list I wrote when I was high...somehow I dont think "jello swimming pool" is gonna happen.
boobs and vodka. thats all i can remember, finals week needs to stop ending like this..
Nobody has seen her in 3 days. Should we call the cops or hope this is just another drunk Carmen San Diego game she's playing?
I don't remember much of half-time. I do remember climbing onto the roof of the fraternity and telling people I was going to stargaze in French.
I was told my cock was a religious experience.
I went from naked with lasts nights hookup to Ihop in 6 minutes flat
I think that's a new house record
I know it sounds all cute and shit that I wanted him to be with me last night, but it's not cute. I just wanted to fuck.
It's official. I'm gonna fuck hot art class guy. But this won't be like hot Samsung guy. I'm gonna make sure I follow through this time.
Drunk wound on my leg hast healed and neither has my dignity
So like if I threw up in my purse is that "don't ever show your face in public again" worthy or just slightly frowned upon
he said he was going to fuck me like a rabbit in heat. What he should have said was faster then a train and over before a commercial
Pretty sure I have a sex related back injury. I'm not sure if I should be proud or ashamed.
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