its always fun the next morning to look around the room and see where all the clothing landed.
me and this guy in my office just exchanged an "i saw you at a drag show last night" look as he passed by my desk.
I forget the details, but I'm told that I drunkenly stalked him around floor yelling obscure Jewish laws at him
he brought me knee pads...is that sweet or weird?
Everything was going great until my fake mustache fell off when we started making out.
S.O.S. he's talking about horses and breast feeding.
If i still have my costume on when i get home from the bar i am gonna be pissed
I will now send you explicit pics of mine and her genetalia bound together forever in the devils dance that is sexting.
Well you were already wet from trying to drink straight from the faucet, so I just put you in the bathtub with a pillow and called it a night
I'm hoping you were seen by someone holding a frozen turkey at 230 in the morning
You brought string cheese to the strip club
He plays guitar, sings like an angel, and acts like a gentleman. If I don't fuck him by the end of first semester, I'm dropping out
I have to hand it to her. In my heyday I took home the 'biggest shitshow of the night' award 9 times out of 10. But I passed the torch on to her last night, and she went skipping merrily far and away with it into the enchanted world of aggressive alcoholism. Is this 30?
I'm assuming you were here at some stage because I woke up alone, clean and in a towel with mum asking my why my shoes, dress and jewellery were in the bottom of the shower.
It was a crazy night: tears were shed, blood was spewed, and bottles were emptied.
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