Having dinner with my dad, watching the news and some AIDS prevention ad comes on. My dad then kindly informs me that he doesn't enjoy the feel of condoms.
Sad Moment: I only had enough $ at 711 to buy chips or salsa. I chose salsa and took a plastic spoon
I fucking love fucking science majors-- she told me that she wanted to know if her gag reflex got better or worse with alcohol, and that her initial evidence had been inconclusive. So, next few weeks, yeah, gettin blown periodically. All I have to do is keep a log.
It would be been irresponsible not to make cleaning the apartment into a drinking game
I actually want to hang out with her with our clothes on. That's a big step up for me.
I think off duty cops drove me home. I may have been hitchhiking
The first clue should've been that he literally had shit in his hair. How does that even happen?
An old lady WILL get vomited on today.
Can we pretty pretty please go to Mardi Gras tomorrow? I promise I'll be a good girl and not puke in a pledges car
wearing the bible to the ABC party, thought you'd appreciate that.
this case of pbr just wont end. i keep finding more.
I just woke and boke and made apple pancakes. I'm kicking Monday in the dick.
6 hours ago I jacked off a a guy for $100. I explained it away as "compensation" for gas and tolls. WHAT am I doing with my life? Quickest and easiest $100 I ever made though, haha
I called him the wrong name all night, yet I still got a ride home from the party and hooked up with the guy. I'm irresistible.
its so awesome dude, its like im a magical unicorn or something
Randomize
