do all gilrs hav hair on thier vagaina ?
Don't drive home.
at the resort hottubing with french twins, who brought champange. this should be a postcard.
champagne bombs. Yes, i think that is where things may have gotten out of control.
My dad walked in on me masturbating in my own apartment.....my own apartment!!
Dear room mates I tried to shotgun pam in the kitchen. It is slippery. Please be careful. That is all. Love you.
I used to be terrified of what was under your bed until I passed out there last night. Now it just feels like home.
When were you at my house?
I see your walk of shame and raise you a day in jail wearing a girls old workout clothes.
It really does creep me out though that the next ten years will involve my friends creating smaller versions of themselves because to be honest I don't know how much I like some of them. So that thought it really scary
So maybe I got drunk and hooked up with him in a hot tub? I mean that's nothing to be ashamed of, that kind of takes talent. I'd drown.
I yelled out "blow jobs!" in my macroeconomics class. Ask me more about how my life is spiraling out of control.
I asked him to get me another beer, and he started making muffins.
Apparently I promised everyone at the party I'd partake in various winter sports with them..
Whatever he got a sick blow job and his high school fantasy was fulfilled
And that's what dreams are made of
*hilary duff crying in the background*
There's a Russian superstition that you'll spend your year the way you celebrate New Year's, so I'm honestly not that surprised you're drunk.
So drunk me is not subtlety trying to get her boss to cheat on her husband and have a lesbian affair with me. Sober me is ok with that.
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