somehow, due in part to drug cocktail and alchl prior to meeting, i blacked out, got home, made total mess of kitchen, broke shower, and made 17 hard boiled eggs
I'll show rhose boucners: You don't let me in, I poop on your pool.
What part of "you pissed in the tent" do you not understand?
I swear if it wasn't for meeting for drug dealers @ gas stations, i would never remember to get gas.
It's like a puppy that we have to take care of at all times or else she'll get sad, lonely, and chew on the furniture. And by 'chew on the furniture', I mean have anonymous sex.
It hurts to peel the glue off my chest and i keep finding glitter in my hair.
I just wanted to decorate you...
I guess I really am the only person in this world who can successfully have a no-strings-attached threesome on the beach.
The way I'm gonna look at it is, if you don't makeout with your roommate once in college, you didn't do something right.
Btw I'm already known as the drunk roommate. Don't know if that's a success or a failure seeing as it hasn't even been a week since I've been here
We went from him going down on me to swapping baby pictures of our moms.
hotelroom bed is big enough to masturbate in, but small enough to not want to sleep in it after you've masturbated in it
Did you at least know who's jizz it was?
That is questionable.
ya figured it'd be nice to explore the mythical world of sober sex i've heard so much about
i've often wondered how it works
ready for a night of bad decisions, horrible moral standards, and an unhealthy amount of illegal substances.
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GODDAMNIT WHY AM I MISSING THIS
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