Woke up this morning at my parent's house. No idea how I got here... what happened last night? Was it bad?
We using my standards or yours?
before i could say "i'm not that kind of girl", i was.
my room smells like sperm. sweet.
I decided that just having that story under my belt and being able to tell it to my grandchildren is worth the regrets of the evening.
He passed out drunk on top of me. Fully erect. Still inside me. Woke up like 1 minute later, and continued.
tailgaiting my last final, a perfect sendoff.
I'm legit concerned I might pass out this weekend from having too much sex.
animal crackers drenched in taco bell mild sauce... surprisingly delightful
breakfast of champions
breakfast of stoners
I was scared that I should know him but I was too busy blacking out to remember
Using the random money I found in my bra from Halloween to pay to print my bio notes. I only brought a debit to the bar. College win.
He's doing his thing where I don't know if he's alive until three in the afternoon so idk
80% sure the drag queens carried her home
I just had to close my blinds so my neighbors wouldn't see me drinking a beer at 9 am. GO CHIEFS!
FUCK. EVERYONE MAKE MY CONTACT NAME DADDY ISSUES
Where do you think black out memories go?
Into the dark abysmal abyss of the deepest, darkest part of your mind. It's obviously the bodies natural defense to protect you from witnessing the shit you do while actually blacked out.
Randomize