So I finally got the Patron washed off my boobs.
You were pissed we didn't change the movie to Eurotrip so you kept singing "Scotty Doesn't Know" over and over until you passed out.
Long labias. Talking about. Too drunk to explain. Tomorrow.
She used the introduce me to her roommates so she could find out my name trick the next morning..I may be in love.
she got to the point every few minutes she checked to see if her boobs were still there.
alll i remember is comming back downstairs, his pants were off and he was aplauding me
he was high. i was rolling face. we were both wearing grateful dead t shirts. at that point it's like we had no choice but to fuck
I might attempt to pee into a cup while driving. I'll let you know how it goes.
Taking dicks and breaking hearts, no better life
I don't remember anything but bad decisions last night
this weekend took five years off my life and what was left of my dignity
nothing like a long car ride to make you think of all the bad things you've done
I'm the one who said we should take things slow. I'm also the one who forced him into the back on my car so we could have sex.
Would you say that skipping class and sitting alone in my room singing One Direction to myself and sobbing is an acceptable way to deal with the break-up
Been there. Done that. Still have his t-shirt.
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