I need to go to a fraternity... my boobs are telling me to.
Dudeeeee, i ordered strippers for my party.
I ordered a moonbounce.
Fuck, you win.
I honestly get shocked all over again every time I pull his pants down. It's one of those feelings you never get tired of.
It was one of those "I have no idea if this will ever happen again so I can't say no" opprotunities. Part of me was like, "You slut" and the bigger part was screaming, "Hell yeah"
Then he told me he was proud of me for remembering that i blew him that night.. Maybe my drinking is getting out of hand.
my roommate just showed up covered in dirt, drunk....with a whole ice cream cake that says "it's a girl".
I have blocked the memory from my mind. He is just a fuzzy cloud floating with my other bad decisions..
okay, please tell me Cammy is the one who put the picture and note on my desk saying "beat off to this homeboy"
Did strip banana grams actually happen last night
I asked a lamppost to be my valentine. Also: I'm wearing a sombrero. We need more sombrero in our lives.
Is it acceptable to cry on a Friday or am I supposed to drink to forget it?
I vaguely recall putting a toaster in the freezer.
Per my usual Thursday, I blacked out and slept on the stairs.
He woke me up at 6:30 to have sex again and afterwards, he didn't even judge me when I asked him if he wanted some rum. I think I found my soulmate.
Shotgunning beers in the shower. Mom would be proud.
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