I wouldnt consider it a good Wednesday if there wasn't any projectile vomit involved
Also, my drunkenly packed sleepover kit consisted of a singular sock, my uncharged laptop, and a pack of post-it notes.
And theres a reasonable expectation that if you're fighting over a pair of yoga pants on the ground at VS someones gonna videotape it
how bad is she
captain morgan with tits
4 girls from the bar, me, strip basketball. here. NOW
Multi-day drunkenness is to binge drinking as black diamonds are to skiing. They're tough and confusing and you hurt afterwards, but you did it and you probably got an alright story along the way.
Ew. He is mine. We all know that if he has a mid-life crisis and decides to sleep with a student, I AM THAT STUDENT. She's not friends with him on FB. Reassuring.
Tequila ran out around 11 so she let them do body shots of chips and guacamole instead
I told my boss that I'm in a slutty stage of my life right now and the chef overheard and slipped me his number. I might get laid tonight
Ended up in some house where this dude has a $1200 leopard cat
Spending the night with him made me realize that stupid people both irritate and fascinate me, so I'd say it equaled itself out.
He just felt my tits to find out which piercing I lost.
My vagina has made plenty life decisions and I would like to point out very few if not any of them were in my favor.
oh, i solved that problem. i told him i wanted to steal my roommate's nephew. radio silence. haven't heard from him since.
Matt is trying to convince me that we have a deal where if I show him my tits he won't do cocaine. Apparently we shook hands on it?
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