I'm about two and a half drinks away from gay.
I'm coming over.
I'm in the dining hall. that same guy is here again, the one who sits alone and talks to his silverware.
herpes texted me again. he says he wants my vagina.
ok we should really consider changing this guys nickname...
Did you write "I hope this gives you aids" on my box of capn crunch?
My last memory involves me naked in a mens's bathroom stall. I really hope my date was with me.
Apparently you can legally be topless in Boulder, CO. Get on it.
he told me it was like eating gods vagina.
Came back with a random sweatshirt, an American flag, and a for sale sign. Mission success?
He kept singing Happy Birthday to himself, yelling at the bouncers for not letting him in, and telling them his "father will hear of this." He was like a drunken Scottish Draco Malfoy.
The album on my phone containing gross pictures to send when boys ask for nudes is now substantially larger than my normal photo album. Because I send one every night
there are not enough nopes in the world for that situation.
We spent 45 minutes searching the crevices of our friend's car with a pair of tweezers trying to find the acid that we dropped
Correction: *I* watched JoJo's Bizarre adventure while he snored asleep on me cock still fully inside me.
I have hit the ultimate fuck buddy status. We pulled over in a construction zone to have a quickie.
he had to stop me from eating snow off the street on the way back to pick up our cars. that's how hungover i am.
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