no more stoned jack in the box. this is the third night in a row.
ohhh my god. this party should be titled "my hookups of summers past" be expecting some good stories tomorrow
We watched 'the mighty ducks' last night and took shots every time someone quacked. I woke up this morning wearing a nothing but a hockey jersey laying next to him on the floor. He was wearing a goalie mask. I really wish I knew what happened.
My bracket is officially just a list of teams that lost.
He said if I stayed the night he'd take me to church in the morning.
he squeezed my boobs like he didn't know what else to do with them, then turned down head...
told you he was gay.
I'm really debating making a second facebook. Same name only with DRUNK at the end. That way I can keep the guys I only talk to when I'm drunk on that facebook and only go on it when im drunk.
It's official. I now have that "I was drunk and needed the money" college story to share later in life.
ok... i just had to be reminded that people in animal costumes were feeding me shots at the bar.
I ended up with a bullet proof vest and I still don't know his last name.
Currently studying Econ, while waiting outside current booty call's residence for him to return from the strip club. This is your fault.
Ordained minister or not I hereby renounce all moral responsibility for any and all related occurrences
lets do drugs on my lunch break tomorrow
She acted like falling "up" the stairs was a fucking physics phenomenon. I call that Tuesday nights.
I had no plans to sleep with him, but he had to stay because of the snow. I always say, don't look a gift storm in the mouth.
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