My mind said no, but my drink said yes.
Conclusion from last night: Sometimes being classy isn't as fun as making out with a guy on a pooltable in a bar. Happy birthday, Canada.
whats a more ladylike way to say "fuck me on your lunch break"?
while we were making out your friend starting kissing my toes and all you had to say was "just go with it"
I don't remember what happened but judging from the contents of my pockets it had something to do with potatoes and glo in the dark condoms
He said I did a backflip off the thing on the doorframe and busted my ass. I'd give anything to remember
I didnt think the feeling of accomplishment for fucking brothers would be this great.
She asked if i could guess "what shape her carpet was". I got it wrong (christmas tree).
I just gave myself a sponge bath with your sock. I hope you don't mind.
friends are allowed to bang on New Years, I read it on the Internet somewhere.
Nothing ruins an orgasm faster than accidentally calling out his boss's name
I miss my innocence.
I miss being able to say, "I've never done this before."
day drinking didnt prepare me for this..
he would NOT stop making out with my stomach! creeeeeepy
the person she was housesitting for had a christmas card from charlie sheen on the fridge so we fucked on the couch and just slept in the bed
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