After he proceded to violently molest my tits until 9 am i snuck out of his room only to meet his mother downstairs, who informed me she heard the giant sexfest going on in the room next to them.. this was before she called us both "chickenshits".. worst walk of shame ever.
we were making out and he got up to change his pants. I wonder what would happen if i took my shirt off.
They past out watching a re-run of the 1984 presidential debate on cspan
i went to go through my sent box of drunk texts from last night and they were all deleted... i'm going to assume drunk me made the executive decision that sober me would be better off not knowing what they said
explaining to a nurse how i all most cut my finger off playing beer pong, she def just hand me a AA booklet.
Having never done that before, When should one expect the horrible shame to end? Days, months, ever?
A week or so, depending on size. In your case, maybe give it a month.
I remember trying to cut the power to a house I thought was "too bright to understand the meaning of christmas". Pretty sure I blacked out down the street.
i woke up the next morning in a pool of blood in my bathroom and a pinata donkeys head in my bed
so much for an anticlimactic 22nd birthday
Just witnessed my roommate pick her nose and eat it in her sleep. Remember, you made out with that.
so exactly what is concert sex etiquette? Before, during or after???
all of the above
Pretty sure my boner drove me home. Like it didn't just do the steering it was the gas and brake too..
I lost a shoe at the club last night, I think that's when I decided to go home.
The usual, icing my vag with a chimichanga.
sorry about your sharpie. alex wanted to shave the left side of his body so he had me draw a line over him with a ruler
I prefer to think of hangovers as extreme sobriety, which can only be cured by more booze
Randomize
