We video chatted for almost two hours. But I woke up with puke on my keyboard. The question of the day: were we still chatting when I vommed? No idea.
GO HOME AND LIKE EVERYTHING ON COLT'S FACEBOOK UNTIL 2007.
Wtf it's a Friday night?
PRIORITIZE.
someone put bongwater in my humidifier again THIS NEEDS TO STOP
It honestly wasnt my fault this time. i was in shock. WHO THE FUCK OWNS A PEACOCK?!
By the end of the night i was making legitimate noises not just saying moo.
basically theres shrimp everywhere. splattered on the walls, in the carpet, its bad. ohh theyre never gonna get the smell out.
Someone just asked me if ur the girl that fell through the floor. I HAD to say yes.
90% sure you snuck in there somewhere, all I really remember is big boobs in my face so I'm assuming it was you.
The worst thing about it is now I have to find someone else to fuck in the library.
The $10 cab ride turned into a $60 cab ride when you puked down the back of his seat trying to whisper in his ear. He was a trooper though, he came into to wash off in the sink and still tried to get your number.
Like what did he say to his host family? The girl I causally sleep with on the weekends is coming over?! And they thought "well lets feed her dinner"
We were kinda loud so his roommate woke up and to make up for it he invited him to a threesome. I can't drink whiskey anymore.
there may have been a blood oath never to speak of it again...only reason i can think of as to why there was a 1 inch bloody cut on my right boob
How about this: I support you through your miserable marriage, and you support me through all my anonymous sex?
Sustenance and doggy style.. the only two things I need
Randomize
