To answer your question of whether I "went back," tits just informed me I was kicked out for falling off my barstool and passing out on the floor...
My face smells like last night's lay. I need a whore bath. Or a corndog.
Katie is reenacting me jizzing in her eye via emoticons...
First shot of my 21st. 11 a.m. in econ class. Success.
I left my Thanksgiving family dinner puking in my hands from the worst hangover in the world
At least drunk me was smart enough to stash toilet paper in my bag before I started my walk home. Finally countless squat pees and wiping with grass taught me to be prepared.
we need to drink more beer. the fridge wont close.
It's official. I now have that "I was drunk and needed the money" college story to share later in life.
Right... Let's keep my vodka tinged mind focused on simple words
I just spent 20 mins in the shower washing n rewashing my body to get rid of stripper. I even loofa'd my face.
I decided it might be a good time to stop when he requested I "bring that pussy over here"
I just masturbated to the thought of him straight up talking to me. to us having a conversation. What the hell.
I have 80 very blurry photos of you on a stripper pole...
Did I tell you that I told him I deleted his dick pics and he almost started crying?
Oh also we fucked while one of the old Rudolph movies was playing on tv so it was festive
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