I'm gonna write a book, Things that go bump in the night: The story of Katelyn. Chapter one, my roommate is a dumb whore.
they're scary. like turkeys that ate nuclear fucking steroids.
keep an eye on me. i'm afraid that after a few more drinks i'll ask to borrow his wheelchair.
Just bought a breathalyzer and Sharpies, guess who thought of a new drinking game
A little light bondage fun never hurt anybody (erotic asphyxiation excluded). Car batteries attached to reproductive organs have.
I remember it because it was right after the sadness and right before the sluttiness. The calm before the storm if you will
I don't think you should be sorry for such memorable sex that I yell your name when you aren't around.
Is the mullet a good, great, or horrible idea before we leave for college
If I die, let him know that his penis was the last penis I saw. And I'm happy about that.
So... In conclusion, do I bring my vibrator and risk not only having it getting taken out at security, but also exposing my dad to my neon green vibrator, or just leave it here?
The language barrier was annoying .... So we just had sex. That is how you deal with not being able to chat isn't it???
You're the best thing in my life, followed closely by cannabis and trashy romance novels
I'm torn between regretting everything and regretting nothing.
Just found an airplane bottle of whiskey and I didn't put it in my coffee. I think I deserve a little recognition this morning.
So i woke up on a park bench... Using my shoe as a pillow, cuddling a empty handle of vodka... Yet I'm still in my living room. Someone please tell me why all my vodkas gone? I'll deal with the park bench situation at a later time.
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