problem. drunk. stepbrother hitting on me again. help.
based on who turned up here tonight the whole evening should just be called "mistakes i made when i was fat"
I wouldn't call it sex. It's like when you put a plug in a socket half way. It's not all the way in but it still turns on the light.
John tries to set me up, and she has 1 arm. I'm a nice guy, but 2 arms is kinda a requirement
I have no idea what happened after 2 AM. I woke up on my bike, in my bed, with a deep thigh bruise.
he'll be my respectable boyfriend for tksgiving and i'll be his non-slutty girlfriend for christmas.
and then ....
he stays my gay friend and my parents think i'm not a slut.
Every single time I start thinking that we shouldn't have done that to him, I think of his ballsack in our passed out faces. No sympathy.
He busted his lip while trying to keep from passing out in the pool. The hotel people don't seem to be too concerned that we're passing around a bottle of SoCo at 11 am.
I have been sober for so long that I miss hangovers... what is happening to this summer?
Also, we just got yelled at by a cop for being awesome...or making out in a fountain. Whatever.
The couple that wants to take me home just paid the bartender $100 to pour tequila down my throat. I think I'm in some type of twilight zone where stds run rampant and the alcohol floweth
You almost make it sound as if getting an education to further your career is more important than beer and tacos.
Yeah I remember doing the worm in my moms room. While she's yelling at me and I'm making seagull nooises
must go to store soon wiping with panty liner ugh
His dick smelled like strawberries...it was awesome.
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