so we'll all just be running around naked, basically. and high.
Yet again my drunken self has managed to find his way into the middle of nowhere with no shoes or recollection of what happened last night.
Then I guess you don't remember me driving you there after you tried making out with my girlfriend, dipshit.
he legitimately fell asleep standing up at the club. everyone was impressed
at which point he tried to give himself a prince albert piercing with the stapler on his desk.
Why are you always at the walk in clinic, Lady Chlamydia?
You're not allowed to make that my permanent nickname.
I feel a five day drunk coming on.
Yeah. Just jump him. Naked. Claim his dick for yourself.
The fuck-me-pumps were hot, the XL hoody kinda ruined it.
Stoned, and eating Doritos, and reading about lesbians for class. This is the life.
"The cab driver felt bad for us so he stopped to buy us chocolates. That counts as a valentine!"
I'm having post-experience "why didn't I fuck her in a public bathroom" regrets
Let's get a hotel room this time. I really don't want to sleep in a Dennys parking lot again.
Due to this morning's events my new porn name is Reepa Nipplov.
She was doing drunken zumba and screaming "FUCK YOU I HAVE MY OWN STYLE!" at the TV
I woke up remembering only that I got pulled over by a cop, then looked over and found that same cop, naked.
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