I feel like our bond is deeper now that we're both sleeping with married men. now we're really bffls
drunk me is my new role model. he's fearless. like not even afraid of tornadoes.
just walked past a girl in her cap and gown puking her brains out beside a tree. her friends were taking pictures of her.
i have my own cum on my nose right now. don't talk to me about "embarrassed".
1 I really miss college walks of shame 2 I think I may have killed this girls cat
my night ended in me puking all over jenna's bed, then me trying to wash the sheets in the toilet.
at some point i feel off my bar stool straight into the arms of a gay guy. just my luck.
One of us will probably end up wearing nothing but glow/ neon body paint and a pair of water wings...
And I am in no way ashamed to say that it will most likely be me. I'm hoping for it actually.
Nothing with ever convince me that she wasnt purposely left behind by our mother to ruin my life and fuck our family
Glow Paint looked great for the Black Light Party last night, Tonight having a glow in the dark Pizza on my arm, not so much.
Update: day 5 and Scott has not left the apartment. Still smoking. Pizza roll supply dwindling.
We poured all the Fireball on the Slip and Slide and long story short I have two black eyes.
he fucked me while wearing his "Reagan Bush '84" tank and my inner democrat has never been more disappointed
Like if I exploded right now there would be cum and fajitas everywhere.
Step one: We finally agreed on an au pair that we both wanna fuck.
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