I have a feeling that after last night, i'm not just going to hell. i'm going to hell on a full scholarship. free admission bitches
I failed the drunk obstacle course of trying to find my bed... consolation prize... a sore ankle and "disappointed' parents.
turns out a healthy dose of cleavage is the equivalent of a swig of felix felicis
Sorry I never got back to you. I got high. I know it sounds like a commercial or something... but its true
My insides feel lik shag carpet. It is awesome
i almost got kicked out of the rave because i was trying to get in on some couple's makeout sessions
she made my bed before she left. i think i'm gonna keep banging her to get the housework done
No. I remember how loud you used to get. Trust me.
he asked me if i would dance for him to make it easier for him to jack off. does that answer your question.
So I have the professor convinced that the textbook will take another week to deliver. that should give me enough time to replace the cash i spent on strippers.
so i may have indirectly taught my 13 year old campers how to give blowjobs.
Somehow "stranger danger" turned into making out with a 25 year old on burbon street.
Yes, I am about to pass out on my beanbag with a mason jar of wine. Welcome to the south freshmen.
She asked if I could convince him so shave that shit off his face so he'll have a snowball's chance in hell of getting laid.
Sunday is the day of rest.
As in, whatever liquor is left after last night, you have to drink the rest.
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