So guy #2, the dancer, is programmed into my phone under the name H.uy. His number- 11 digits. I should have stopped drinking.
so, i drunkenly called my religious roomie because i was lost and told her if she couldn't come find me, jesus would condemn her to hell for not leading me to the light .. too much?
just broke no shave november. hello backed up drain december.
Double fisting Gray Goose bottles. We've officially ruined her.
i was quietly enjoying my waffles when he came downstairs naked, kissed me on the forehead, and thanked me for the night before. i didnt even know anyone stayed over.
We made a trail of cheez balls so we knew how to get back to te apartment.
I make your heart skip a beat like that pivotal moment when you open a public toilet lid
first thing my tuition money buys is a strap on
If I ever see that bitch it is going down flavor of love style
every day is bullshit and fuck everyone. That's my motto for the week
Can you send me the picture you took of me smoking a joint with the cat make-up on?
Drunk is not a location!
We ate sushi in a hospital bed, then fucked in a bathroom while I wore a gown. Pretty sure she's the one
I love it when strippers help me get other strippers numbers.
it was like 6 shots in and he was automatically my type
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