Fiestas. Its like a classier verson of mardi gras.
brass monkey on radio. cant stop dancing.
Do you remember when I jumped into your arms and you farted?
Also, I've sobered up around 5am, in Delaware. I remember making this decision, and highly regret it now.
in the middle of giving him head in the backseat of my car he taps me on the shoulder, opens the door, throws up three times and then proceeds to tell me how amazing i am.
I've only left my bed to pee and eat nutella out of the jar with my fingers
I would be the drunk girl eating cake on the front steps alone.
I wasn't going to take him home until I heard "hung like a water buffalo" then curiosity got the best of me.
a guy just walked up to us....drank the rest of my beer....and said sorry for my loss before walking away.
Yeah. Just jump him. Naked. Claim his dick for yourself.
Know what was probably a bad idea? Using white wine as a mixer for vodka.
I told the guy that if he didn't put enough pepperoni to earn the name " pepperoni feast", that I was gonna sue him for all he had. Believe it or not, that's all I remember.
Tequila, beer, rum, gin, and vodka all mixed in my body last night. The whole "never turn down free booze" is catching up to me. Hungover = understatement of the year.
It turns out my English teacher used to pose for Playboy. She's an inspiration.
How is it possible that I'm still a virgin and you've managed to have sex in a cheetah print onesie TWICE
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