I've come to the conclusion that as a grad student I would much rather prefer to get laid then get drunk
I think you know full well that a few years ago my stance was the polar opposite
That was a long time ago. She needed the money.
After I talked about my ex for about twenty minutes, she just listened, sluts are so understanding
college drinking is stealing all my money, thank god planned parenthood is somewhat free
after she pushed someone down the stairs to get more vodka we lost her for a while and found her on the pole in the garage pouring water on herself
I was just too high to be in rapids man. I just screamed for the entire time I was jostling about.
Also, yes, I look pretty rough. But my ovaries fought back this morning so getting dressed decently was not a priority.
I'm tripping balls on ambien right now and I still feel that's a bad idea.
I just used crown royal bags as pot holders...
He had really great hair, but he told me he's been in a psych ward three times. I mean I know I'm a psych major, but that's too much.
He seduced me by making me nachos. It worked.
We were having margaritas and I was saying "back when I was drinking..." They looked all confused. Then I realized "holy shit they think THIS is drinking?"
Like I'm not tryna become president or marry a doctor or some shit here, like one level above garbage is all I'm asking for
I need to stop being so honest when I'm drunk. I got proposed to by a stranger again last night. It's not my fault that I would be perfectly ok making sandwiches and giving blow jobs for the rest of my life.
Ignore him I am the one that wears the pants in the relationship while "the big man" cries in bed
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