Omg just want to confirm: got drunk, naked in street, fucked in bathroom and puked on bart.
I can't ever handle being "that girl" again. At least not until next semester.
They past out watching a re-run of the 1984 presidential debate on cspan
I can't. I can't get out. He cooked me food. And made me jager bombs. And painted a glow in the dark smilie face on my boobs
thats because you have standards... and i have a thing for guys that give me free drugs.
I just want to hug my vagina but I can't!\nLike, I want to wrap my arms around it and say "I'm sorry"
Ideas I've had tonight: An entire movie based off the Pixar lamp jumping on stuff.
I'm almost too hungover to function. Got into the wrong car by mistake. there was a rotweiler in it. Thank god he was more confused than i was for a minute.
Also I've come to learn that "type" and "fetish" are different things. Apologies for earlier confusion.
We dated for a month and a half. he didn't like blow jobs. I honestly don't think he was human.
I may have just masturbated while on hold with the IRS. don't judge me
It's decided. Tomorrow I'm getting a Big Mac and a Dildo
He woke up to me masturbating during the presidential address. Now he won't stop making jokes.
The only thing I remember is the 300 pound man breaking ur railing from sliding down it at 3 am. Must of been a good night.
just found a joint on the street in downtown. smoked it with the hot guy from my chem class
WHAT IS UP WITH YOU SMOKING/ DRINKING THINGS OFF THE GROUND?
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