Its what jesus would do if there were bud light in his time. I feel obligated.
We tried to line dance with everyone but it turned into drunken stumbling and attempting to grind on random frat boys. I feel that this might turn into an every Thursday thing.
I have yet found the courage to put pants on. No judgement thursday led to no shower friday and now no pants saturday. God i miss college.
I think I ate my cheesy fiesta potatoes cup.
And is it bad that I haven't talked to guys who I haven't already dated? I feel like a recycle bin.
I'm sure we could make a ball of yarn and a nickel into a drinking game
I asked him why I was having sex with him in the middle of having sex. It was sufficiently awkward.
A man just sang Jennifer Lopez to me out his car window. I am not sure how I feel about this, but it is not positively.
He carried you out but the best part is you kept saying "can't I keep dancing" as you were gushing blood
i feel like doing his laundry was not included in the job description when we became fuck buddies.
he was Irish, I had to have sex with him.
So is he the one who got away?
They all got away. I’m a catch and release kind of girl.
He hit me with his bagpipe
Isnt that against the lesbian handbook?
You know you're drunk when you have to be picked up out of a bathtub.
i came so much i feel like i were to try again, only dust would come out. and maybe glitter
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