Grossest hangover story of 09: Puked in the bathtub. I was in it.
I never want to see another naked old woman again.
the only thing i have to deal with now is the fact that i'm still wearing spandex shorts from last night
I'm about two and a half drinks away from gay.
I'm coming over.
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.
Still bad at ganbling. Still good at dringing.
Careful when you walk in I'm laying by the door.
I'm alone drinking at the bar and the titanic theme song is on. This won't end well.
She had a tattoo on her pelvis that said "it's cock-o-clock" an had clocks and hot dogs exploding away from it. I'd like to tell you it was deal breaker buuuuuuut.......
The internet is out at West Chester so I'm masturbating using my imagination. What is this, the fucking dark ages?
I literally just force feed a guy flintstone vitamins after sex
I'm pretty sure his cum gave me swimmer's ear.
No biggie, just trying to keep my liver function in the green
Hypothetically, I throw a party and my ex-boyfriend and my current fuck buddy are in the same house... what should I do?
How many beds are in the house? Hypothetically...
Theres a handprint of sauce on my fridge, one on my face, and a trail of it leading to my bedroom, and sauce all in my bed, and I have no idea what the fuck i ate.
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