So it's 10:55am and I just woke up on the floor in the hallway on the4th floor. There should probably be no moredrinking competetions.
i'm writing my speech about my 4th grade backstreet boy concert experience. that sums up how seriously i take my life.
Going abroad, it was like my vagina was in a candy store... a sweet sweet british candy store
All I remember is saying that "fire will make it all better"
btw found the cat. he didn't appreciate the toilet bath.
You expect me to find someone in two days who I feel comfortable enough with to ask them to get drunk and go play in foam with me?
They wouldn't serve more then two Shots per person, so you grabbed a group of strangers and said u werre buying them all shots, then proceeded to drink all of them.
Last thing I remember is beer bonging sangria. Dear God.
Wait, whatever happened to locking our vaginas in closets?
I SMOKED SO MUCH I SKIPPED A DAY.
Next time a random bus filled with santas pulls up to the bar, I'm not getting on it.
I don't know what his name was or what he looked like, but I remember him rocking me to sleep with his cock
He held my hand in public and I nearly came. Like he needs to be inside of me yesterday.
I almost accidentally threw him out a window during sex last night.
He took a shot of vodka and AND ATE ME OUT AS A CHASER. YESSS. I AM IN LOVE.
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