i hope S**** or M***** or someone took note of the fact that i was drinking popov like water and could no longer form sentences. i mean, dont get me wrong i had been thinking about boning R*** long before my sobriety left the picture but the number of reasons not to, outweighed the temptation and without sir robert burnett as R***'s wingman, it would have never happened
i walked into his room and he was eskimo kissing his weed..
Just walked by a group of guys calling out walks of shame with a mega phone from their front porch.
Right before we were going to have sex he said it was his "lucky condom" I don't know if that means its used or what.. But I'm freaking out either way.
Moral of the story: don't get pregs or your chances in the beer league are over
I know you hold the fastest time for "zoo downhill wheelchair racing" but I don't see what that has to do with this.
Idk we were snorting lines and making out in the stall while these people were cheering us on, on the other side. And that's when I realized he wasn't the only guy in the girls bathroom.
You'd think, but when you nail one sorority sister, you might as well have nailed them all.
In less than 24 hrs I went from conversing with Nobel Laureate, to hangover vomiting in front of a drive thru cashier
getting up at 8am to start drinking seemed like a much better idea before I had to wake up at 8am
I just made the answer to all my security questions "fuck you" with various levels of ! marks. I may regret this in the morning.
did i send you the picture of me smiling with the magnum wrapper?
Did I call him? He cried after taking my bra off. You tell me.
There's a 50-50 shot that I will wake up with an ass tattoo tomorrow.
If you sleep with him I will stab you int the uterus with a pitchfork.
Prepare the pitchfork.
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