Confirm your location. A cross street is best, but if google mapping yourself is your least-shameful option go for it. ps- going through his mail for an actual address is always an option.
He said he only talked to me because I talk dirty in bed.
alex threw up in my bong. i'm going to call it a night.
im in an endless cycle of being too hung over to eat all day...then getting too drunk because i didnt eat anything. where is my life going?
I fucked her on my hockey bag. it doesnt get any more Canadian than that.
I told her I was horny and she said to forget it because she has vagina drama.
WHAT IN THE HELL IS VAGINA DRAMA?!
Dude I think I vomited on the wireless internet box too...it isnt working.
She was indeed spoonfeeding you potato salad out of that giant bowl with a giant spoon. Dont feel special, she was giving it to everyone that left the bar.
I remember nothing of last night, but I did manage to figure out which frats I went to by the trails of straw across campus.
No, trust me. Falling down the stairs is a fucking sobering experience.
You told me my blanket felt like ground beef.
I put you to bed and you would not go unless I let you sleep with the vodka
The security deposit's gone, let's trash this motherfucker
In the store looking for it now. They put the theatre/script section right next to the gay erotica section. Rude. Practical, but rude.
I, soberly, gave myself a concussion trying to take a pic of my vagina. Fuck you and your hangover.
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