i don't remember but I assumed it was bad when I woke up with directions from his house to mine already pulled up on my phone
Throw up on the ground, people dancing to loud Bollywood music, seats literally missing. Fuck I hate public transit
grab my backpack.....its in the fridge
It's a special occasion. Hence the 151.
I keep telling myself last night was not real, not real, not real. Then I remember I can't move. This hangover is too fucking real.
My catholic guilt is strong, but the alcohol is stronger.
Do you ever actually plan things? Or is it always drugs then whatever happens? I'm considering being worried about you
It doesn't feel like real life when you open your hotel room door and the first person you see is wearing a rabbit costume. I'm too hungover for this.
He went snooping and now he's all intimidated by my super amazing box of sexy time toys.
Please stop calling it that.
They had like literally all the dildos. It looked like a seance for dick. I left the apartment and haven't been back.
I just made the most “single life” Amazon order ever: protein bars and condoms.
So I was laying on the couch reading a book and he texted me. All I saw was the image of him spitting on my vagina last night in the moonlight. I gagged.
You woke up at like 4 in the morning fell off your bunk bead, yelled at Nic for asking if you were ok, walked to the kitchen, pissed on the keg, and then looked at me and said "Still not worth it" then went back to bed.
Had a girl with a moustache tattoo on her hand give me a handjob. That shit was classy as fuck. I felt like I should be wearing a monocle or something.
Look, if it comes down to it, I’m spraying whipped cream on your nuts
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