I didn't shave. On purpose
i got lost in a forest last night. this morning I realized the "forest" was just 6 trees on campus.
i sleep in a fine layer of vodka and semen. i don't know that that would appropriate for a pajama rally.
It was so delicious I was introducing it to people. Guy from my psych class was like "This is my girlfriend, Erica," and I was like, "This is my milkshake, Oreo."
I'm voting my liver organ of the month. The award ceremony is next weekend.
and lets be real... who can blow a middle school class's sunday school teacher and keep a straight face ever again? NOBODY.
We ended not having sex. I didn't want to explain that I was wearing a Unitard because all my socks and underwear were dirty.
I remember doing shots of gin, then I have this strange memory of us making out in the womens room at waffle house.
I regret none of it.
I creeped him on fb. I'm about 90% sure I just blew him in the same tux he wore for his wedding..
My night can be summed up in 3 words: Vodka. Threesomes. Hospital.
Give me a second. I'm doing my best but I'm drunk so for some reason fitting both my boobs in the pic is just incredibly difficult. They aren't THAT big. I'm just being retarded.
Next guy I fuck must be a cowboy
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He has a wall filled with panties from past hook ups. So no, I didn't fuck him.
There is a sex dungeon behind the wine cellar. This is why I hate showing foreclosures.
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