end the night at a gay bar...not sure how...but why the fuck do i have two condoms in my pocket?
I've come to notice a late period isn't as exciting when you have no reason to worry
found a naked boy completely buried under a pile of her clothes and terrified...she says she was "saving him for later"
we hate each other therefore the sex is mindblowing
he actually managed to pick a girl up by telling her that her skirt was ugly and she didnt do a good job with her makeup. thats some seriously low selfesteem
I like how he had to correct himself in stating that I was the fat one in the threesome.
He kept humping my leg and whispering "dont worry, thats my phone not my penis"
my last clear memory of the night was being offered a shot but having so much alcohol in my hands that someone literally had to pour it in my mouth for me. after that it pretty much skips to waking up face down and shirtless on my floor.
My mouth taste like pussy and my dad noticed. Hahahaha
I know we said we never would. But try fucking a fat guy. He put in so much more effort and then made me waffles.
We had a threesome and he gave us bottle rockets and a lamp for our apartment
So it's safe to say that it's all down hill from here
Do you mean easy livin or downward spiral of alcoholism and disappointment
Also there's a home game tomorrow and I thought about holding up a sign that says, "I madeout with #64 during orientation week" would that be inappropriate??
Getting drunk at 9 am is not a super power.
I am never drinking with the goths again.
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