It is pretty awful out and I still haven't put on pants yet.
Feels weird sitting between two guys who've had their heads between my legs in a 24 hour span.
Why did 20 jello shots in a row sound like a good idea last night?
This is like a relationship, I expect to be mind blown at least once a week.
I gave up. I'm crying over my notes. Oh, ya know, just another drunk finals week
Better than road-head. Just got model-home-head. Also got a disapproving scowl of judgment from the realtor on the way out.
He woke me up for a 10am bootycall. he was already drunk when he got here and when we were fucking, bagpipes started playing amazing grace outside of my window!! I love Boston on st. Patties day!!
I puked walking onto the plane. How do you think my post-Birthday hangover went?
And THIS is why we get drunk. No good story, documentation, or event happens by eating a salad. Alcohol consumption leads to good things
I walked into my house with my pants inside out, no shoes and a limp. My mom asked me if I had fun but I passed out before I could reply...
Ah. Hot spring. Infinitely less skeevy than a hot tub. These North Carolinian dudes are all class.
I'm in the smoking section between a transvestite molly dealer and a group of juggalos. I shouldn't be that hard to find.
Maybe I'm not hungover. Maybe I'm actually dying.
I don't know when he had the time to do it but he dug a hole in our basement like the shawshank redemption
I made a powerpoint to trip to.
you are so studious.
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