things it involved: vodka, boy parts, possible photos of me on a cell phone. things it did NOT involve last night: my bra, his pants, and sobriety.
We played Russian Roulette with a revolving Nerf gun. If you shot yourself in the face, you had to drink.
Right before we were going to have sex he said it was his "lucky condom" I don't know if that means its used or what.. But I'm freaking out either way.
he went to have surgery in the morning and apparently they found lip gloss on his dick
Nothing is more awkward than taking a dump while someone is crying in the bathroom.
Maybe it's the vicodin, but all I wanna do is hunt wild hogs.
You yelled "I gave my neighbor some of my bitch sauce" and then passed out. You now have drinking limits with us.
When did angry sex become our thing?
Apparently that big girl from last night tried to take me upstairs when I was blacked out and all I did was grab Qs arm and whisper 'don't let her take me'
it went well until I said "me" instead of "my" and he kept sexting me in character as a pirate
Having to crawl on my hands and knees because I woke up with a mysterious broken foot this morning...
Gez, you make a couple noises and all of the sudden your the loud girl.
Come get your boyfriend. He is hammered talking to me about hot dogs and casinos.
You have GOT to stop kicking in his kitchen door. Just wait for him to open it next time.
dude im trying to eat his ass so can you stop for 10 minutes
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