last night was a success...if success means i don't remember the guy's name and my panties are somewhere in the parking lot behind the bar
after he passed out we removed everything electronic from his room, stuck in some old books and an ancient typewriter from goodwill. for 20 min. we had him convinced he'd drunk himself backward in time.
I just added her as a friend on Facebook. I met her 5 minutes ago and there are already more than 50 pics of me uploaded... from other nights.
It doesn't count as drinking alone if you're making rum cake with it.
i distinctly remember leaping through the apartment to rescue the clam chowder burning in the kitchen
some guy had a sword and everyones crying..it turned bad..fast.
They just caught the deck on fire and I ran out with cups off the beer pong table filled with water from the toilet. It was the closest water source.
Although, I did get to see a Raiders fan and his toothless girlfriend get roughed up by the police and dragged out of the stadium. So the night wasn't a total loss.
This must be what defeat feels like to Tom Brady today. I bet he wishes he could barf up all of his bad decisions from yesterday, too.
I am literally the only girl who can black out and wake up pantsless and STILL be 99% sure I didn't get any.
Clearly it doesn't get better with age. Just more sexual
What are your thoughts toward getting nasty in a minivan?
Not even official and he's cleaned my puke twice. His hotdog skills are an added bonus. I've got a keeper
Do you think they'll deliver pizza to my mouth
My psychiatrist just sent me a dick pic
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