I've thrown up so many times in the third floor bathroom of Baldwin that they should probably just go ahead and name it after me.
I ended up giving him head, i think it was mostly a defensive move so that he wouldn't discover i was wearing those onesy spanx
Just proof I should've brought the airhorn with me to class.
He's drinking red wine in a margarita glass. He couldn't be more perfect for me.
Yes, I did know where her mouth had been, but frankly I think it was a lesson you needed to learn.
Seriously, in what other class can the final major discussion be what bar you're going to with your prof?
An image of us stuck like that like Pompeii comes to mind. A wonder for future anthropologists
In the middle of our bar crawl last night we stopped to pet dogs at a dog park. who would let a drunk person bet play with their dog???
I hate to stick you with the friend but I did all the work.
So apparently my mom hired someone who goes by "DJ Dog Dick" for the family christmas party?
Oh? I just remember dropping coins and trying to give the manager change to let me back into the bar.
Just told my roommate about "analvice" and she is horrified and the Sound of Music is ruined.
I felt like I crashed a wedding. Everyone was dressed so nice and I was covered in actual dirt and a little blood.
I enjoy the company of your penis
I love how fuckboys immediately become cultured when I tell them I’m an artist.
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