Mr. Last Night just informed me I told him to be very quiet when he left this morning and high-fived him as a goodnight kiss. Drunk me is slutty and manly.
well i did feel guilty about it. until i saw how hot the guy was the next day. now, nothing but pride.
So I think I just got a job offer from the guy I used to blow. See, networking pays off.
Quiet hours sex sucks. I hate finals.
as we were driving back from the frat house he pulled down his pants and convinced me his penis "wanted some air"
Playing hide and seek with all those cheeseburgers... Not our finest moment.
Sometimes one must go to great lengths and make great sacrifices to get drunk. I willingly accept the challenge.
the cop didnt laugh with me when he patted me down and pulled out my flask.
2 things. 1. I just gave her a 6 hour long marathon fucking for America. 2. Thought of a new invention halfway through, and it's flawless.
I left myself a trail of jello shots, that ended at his door. OR maybe he left me a trail of jello shots at his door. DO I GO IN!?
Pretty sure that molly fried my sinus infection away; i regret nothing
HE GAVE ME ONE OF HIS BEERS.
YOU'RE THE CHOSEN ONE.
When you went off to sleep with that guy that looked like a dirty Jesus and I asked why all you had to say "trying to keep Christ in Christmas" and left. The Vatican called, you're going to Hell.
We did it to 80's cardio music. Talk about a workout.
He chose me to be his birthday sex..theres a lot of pressure riding on this bang
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