Omg I def was not. I wasn't that drunk. I showed that I stuff my bra but I didn't whip my tit out.
I'm more concerned as to why he has a playlist entitled Dem Club Beats.
He said he was trying to live vicariously through me. I didn't have the heart to tell him that meant he was vicariously fucking his best friend.
The to do list extremely baked self wrote for me last night says "1. Join gym 2. Passport? 3. Join a gym" And then just a drawing of a squid
He's so hot and there's so much R Kelly and vodka I think I might die.
I just want a whole pitcher of margarita and a headdress from party city and sit around and look like a fucking indian princess.
I got drunk and slept with the guy who looks like Jesus.
Typical.
Also. After puking outside of the bar last night, some guy (who saw me puking) said I looked like Jennifer Lawrence, called me J Law, got my number and is now texting me. Who knew puking and rallying would do me any good
sorry for pouring tequila vodka and whiskey down your throat and left you to sleep on a table
Also what’s the official rule on washing one guy’s jizz off my back before I go out with another guy? That I should?
Fuck him and his perfect arms, huge penis and relentless ability to ignore me.
this is the fourth time i've taken my clothes off for money this year. is that normal for the average college sophomore?
She was drunk at Red Robin. She asked for more fries and then shoved them in her purse while saying "Come on bitches, you're coming with me" to them.
where are you?
two trains and a bus walk of shame. so not worth it.
It was great. We stayed up all night talking about objects he'd put in his theoretical vagina.
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