moral of the story: I'm going to stab everyone
Now he's lighting his socks on fire
drunken yoga. on the beach. senior week. you have been chosen <3
I found my underwear on the sidewalk 8 blocks from her house while on my walk of shame. I also found our beer bag and a full beer in the bush.
My favorite bartender added me on Facebook. Now he can clearly see how under 21 I am
The best part is every argument that she makes from here on out will be refuted by "Oh hey remember that time you shit yourself wearing someone else's sweatpants at a frat party?"
I was thinking that, but I'm not sure the proper etiquette on asking about someone's nipple rings. Even if you did see them and compliment them once.
I thought my neighbors locked me out of the building. Then I remembered I was drunk. PUSH AND TURN.
Like the fear of satan was put into my heart when I saw him put that sandwich on the WOODEN BENCH
Grandma's bordering on serious shit show territory at this point.
I have no clue how you survived last night but I applaud you. 21 body shots off 9 bodies in under four hours has to be a record.
Do you think if I had a tempurpedic bed he would still be able to feel me fingering myself after we have sex?
He is a beautiful butterfly covered in tattoos and naked.
I have post one night stand depression
I just want a man in my bed on a regular basis, who cuddles, and who I can also occasionally hang out with outside of my bedroom. Is that too much to ask for?
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