It's an acquired taste. Like keystone. Or caviar.
Acid flashbacks - fact or fiction? Have been seeing a surprising amount of sparkly shit this afternoon...
The stripper had a daughter my age and offered to introduce us. I didn't know what to say to that.
She trust falled out of a window. It was like that scene from A Little Princess but with a lot more blood.
We learned a lot about one another. I showed him around the town I grew up in and he informed me that he has had a threesome and killed a cat
I kind of learned that hotels are unnecessary. Boys will just take you home, but that's tough with a group. I believe in us, though.
I command you to take a shot and dance like the pretty little gay boy you are.
I can't figure out if I'm dying from all of the booze still in my system, or from the cement wall.
Shotgunning beers to finish a midterm project at 3am is a good idea right?
Curdled. you forgot that word. It was a curdled buttery nipple shot.
Spotted: shirtless guy wearing cut-off hot shorts, 1 cowboy boot and a sombrero puking in a bush while his friend yelled 'stop being a bitch" from the sidewalk'. Happy 4th of July 'merica!
this weekend took five years off my life and what was left of my dignity
You know it's time to call it a night when every guy in the bar (all 3 of them) have seen you naked at one time or another.
Imagine how different my life would be if I could find a man who gave me more pleasure than pizza at 2am when I'm drunk.
I am so horny that I an legitimately concerned for your safety when I see you tonight.
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