...so i touched it.
I don't know what happened last night but I woke up this morning with "wolf pack" tattooed on my knuckles.
Just found puke on my backpack while sitting in class. It's like this weekend won't leave me alone.
And I'm supposed to be surprised that you got another concussion?
He's bringing condoms over for me in case we "bone".... the fact he calls it boning is not a great start.
It was the classiest, most strategic and inspired vomiting I've ever witnessed. Like a blind mans first sunrise. A priests first prayer. Or a virgins first orgasm.
I feel like I just lived out a children's book called "The Day I Went to Law School Stoned"
Going through Bojangles drive thru chanting "KFC" hammered at 8:00 was the highlight.
It took years to build this empire of casual fuckings and not carings.
You told her you double majored in Geology and Telekinesis. When has that line ever worked for you?
i keep replaying things i did last night. and remembering new things. and its a constant cycle of torture
When he was leaving this morning he said I'll text you later on and I replied with if you don't that's cool too.
Executive decision.... we are cuddling naked
When I came she triumphantly exclaimed, "MUAHAHA VICTORY IS MINE!"
Oh, the accent alone guaranteed a bj. It was when he started drunkenly singing in PERFECT PITCH that I knew I was fucking him.
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