i miss vodka and anonymity. college is so rich in both. in college we are a many armed creature, lubricated with beer and sex.
Yeah, i don't remember peeing. or meeting the girl.
I feel like I got hit by a truck made out of Jack Daniels.
I gave him a blowie and after he said he wanted to send a giftbasket to the girl we met through.
It's one of the reasons i'm here, along with emotional support, physical support if you need it, and power orgasms.
you're in nursing school, now tell me what to do about a burned clit.
My night sucks. It's really hard to masturbate with a broken finger.
He got thrown out for leaning over the bar topless and pouring himself some beer while singing the james bond song
btw you left your chapstick on the nightstand and bruises on my body...
gifts from me to you. you're welcome.
I threw up in my room. And I cleaned it up with a spatula.
I don't even have his number. I have his pants tho
He's hot....knda sweaty, drunk smells like feet....but he's hung like a whale....so in other words totally your type
Something tells me tonight will end with me wearing my pants on my head again.
The man built me a fort. Of course he got laid.
I just found a baklava I forgot I got last night so we can call it a day
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