somehow on my way home with matt, I ended up straddling steve on the sidewalk and polling the people walking by on whether or not we should have sex.
It must have been true love
I don't call true love eating a bag of doritos and then going down on each other
i just looked up and i was like omg ballsack and then i didnt know what to do
No vaginas are yucky and I don't think you're old enough to handle one yet
jess passed out on the pong table. it was depressing until we started singing shania twain an hour later and heard her muffled voice singing along.
My drunk body wants to fuck you so bad, but my high mind is telling me it's too much work. I think I'm just gonna stay home and eat some Mac and cheese. Sorry.
Im embracing the luau theme and maybe bringing a kiddie pool filled with alcohol. Im also embracing the high probability I will not remember this night.
I dont know how to respond to your rave picture. I mean yeah, he's hot, but it just seems wrong to be like "Please tell me you fucked that guy with the pacifier!"
Flaming shots last night. Missing an eye brow. There a connection?
I feel like I got run over by a bus full of inebriated Scotsmen on the way to a soccer riot.
The sound of my own breathing is making my head throb. That hungover.
I bought new panties to console myself ... you know, because I am going to lose my ovaries. Well, if I don't die of a heart attack first. But at least when the EMS folks find me, I'll be finely dressed from the waist down.
Judging by the ckaw marks on my back i'm gonna go out on a limb and say that blonde chick was a werewolf. A sexy, kinky werewolf.
After the first time we had sex he kept saying "I'm proud of you" over and over again
Also lets pinky promise right now that we will NOT play "Pony" outside of each other's rooms if we have a hook up over
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