: south campus drug res life name erik. Love, tran
That girl really should ne nicer to her vagina. It's not a playground.
Apparently hers is a theme park.
no sex. but he left me weed, so almost as good.
The last thing I remember is funneling tequila out of a pink noodle.
I ran a string through all of my old vicodin bottles and strung them on the tree. Tis the season.
Got home. Hugged Mom. The look on her face indicated she noticed nipple rings.
When I get home we should play "let's see how many Christmas movies we can watch before we start having sex."
nothing can ever be as bad as the night i blacked out, updated my fb status to i need a pity fuck and then passed out for 13 hours.
i've never been that scared in my life. i ran naked into the corner and he just stood there trying to shield his boner from the light.
The water at the venue tasted HORRIBLE so I just kept drinking booze. It was like the medievals.
That's the ultimate walk-of-shame: running away from your own apartment and hiding in a McDonald's.
The only things in my fridge are almond milk, Smirnoff Ice and chicken noodle soup. I'd say I've done mama proud.
I curse you to think about Guy Fieri whenever you have sex with your lady.
i told someone my fallback plan was to be a slutty bartender and i needed the practice as i straddled them to pour a shot
thought i saw a dude in a kilt yesterday, but then i realized he was doing a walk of shame. happy st. paddy's day.
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