Where you at
assisting at a photo shoot in williamsburg till 7ish. wassup?
Doesn't matter. I already jerked off in your bed.
weed, chlorine, and victory. my bed smells like i had sex with michael phelps.
you probably should not have drank the wine that everyone spits out. and the sad part, that was not even your low point last night
you kept begging me not to tell anyone you had been a bat in another life
you drank 3/4s of your half gallon of vodka, made a fort out of the kitchen table, and actaually had sex in in it.
Does the phrase 'traumatizing near-threesome' mean anything to you.
Call 911 I'm faking my own death so this fat chick leaves my room
In the ER. 2nd degree burns. Drunken attempt to make gasoline scented candles.
i was on the fence about his sexual orientation until he referred to his marlboro loghts as "carrie bradshaws"
You were carrying around a milk crate, randomly putting it down calling out 'praise be to the milk gods' and making people pray to it.
I just passed a truck with its bed lined with a tarp and filled with water with six dudes chilling in the back driving through campus. That looks fun.
It was close. I was the girl scoping out where all the garbage cans were located in the class just in case.
This is why you don't heavily drink before 2 midterms.
You started crawling towards a moving train. Maybe you should take it easy next time
My co-worker accidentally texted me regarding the threesome him and other one are planning.
There is sex in the air. Be careful where you walk.
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