I had another sleeping on concrete incident.
bad: friday night i tripped and fell outside my dorm. worse: i just found out i broke my ankle. worst: i was shitfaced and don't remember any of this.
Id love to say been there done that but im a slutty drunk not a stupid one.
new rule: i'm not touching his penis until he takes me out to dinner.
you know, if you actually abided by that rule there would be many more successful restauranteurs in ohio.
Well, let's be honest here. You're dealing with gay guys... EVERYTHING has an emotional attachment.
just had to shower sitting down. i hope this isn't an indicator of how the rest of my week is going to go.
The higher i get, the less gay he looks, and the more i want to make out with him. This is dangerous.
Should we pre-order food to the ER for cinco de mayo?
We made a water bong out of a wine bottle... Being an architect major finally payed off.
So neither of us had a dollar bill and we couldnt find a straw so we spent all nite doing coke through penne pasta
You've fucked so many I should get a word bank when you make me guess these things.
I had my first "Damn Kids/When I Was That Age" rant at work today. We need to drink this feeling out of me. NOW.
is it bad that there is a girl in my bed right now and the only thing i can think about is the fect that its after 3am which means i cant order jimmyjohns unitll tomorrow?
Lol, perhaps. But the drinks are so cheap, the music is better, and the bartenders and bouncers all know my name. I can't abandon it, even if it is a gay bar, its still my Nirvana.
you scattered cereal all over the floor so you could "re-trace your steps and figure out what happened." 20 min later you yelled about the mess and let the dog in to clean it up. 5 min after that you screamed since the cereal was gone. you suspected me and locked me in the bathroom so i could "think about what i'd done"
and you bit everyone who tried to let me out. no more tequila for you. EVER.
Of course my parents remember you. You showed them your tits
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