To answer your question of whether I "went back," tits just informed me I was kicked out for falling off my barstool and passing out on the floor...
i have absolutely no control over my now miserable and whore-ish lifestyle.
I'm going to an arts college, I live next to the frat houses, and my room number is 420. god has plans for me and I couldn't be happier.
so I think I'm done having sex with her, she's way too crazy
what about the blowjobs for adderall?
no those are still okay
She's Christian and monogamous. Two wammies right there. No amount of convincing will turn that bi for a night.
I incognito puked under the VIP table. Did Jersey proud.
just so you're aware of it in the morning: you tried to slide down the railing on a snuggie. twice.
she just punched a dude and called him a peasant for not drinking fast enough in flip cup.
I need a Xanax. A Veggie Delight. And exhibition style sex.
Apparently after awhile self preservation trumps libido. This is new news to me.
You know you've got awesome issues when the main deciding factor of whether or not to cut your nails depends on nacho consumption in the near future
I will consider today a failure if my nipple isn't bitten at least 😂
Oh is THAT how we're gonna play mini golf
He's a douche. But I like the way he chokes me.
You sent me a very drunk love letter
Was it the one about pterodactyls?
I was disappointed I thought you actually loved me
Must lick fork, like it's a DICK
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