I hate your face
i threw up on the blunt... he was pissed.
We've finally come to the understanding that as long as our conversation stays stricaly sexual, we get along.
All he wants to do is masturbate while I sit there with my big toe up his ass that is not even the worst part of it.
it's 8 a.m. and there are people having sex at the foot of the strangers bed i'm in. the guy just asked the girl how she lost her baby weight so fast.
I wanna take him on a special date, something that says I banged your brother but since he moved I want you
I remember nothing of last night, but I did manage to figure out which frats I went to by the trails of straw across campus.
Like, actually questioning if you ate dog shit last night
Fuck that. I will get OUT of CONTROL And rise from a hangover on Sunday like Jesus himself.
I am at a new level of appreciation for drunk-you, who threw up into her own sweatshirt pocket last night in the car. Brava.
i feel sensations at the ends of my beard. Either I am super high. Or my face has accepted my beard and I completed my transformation to Mecca
Lol if he questions who I am I'm gonna send him a pic of his boxers
See and now you're talking. I am like the fairy godmother of hook ups.
How is it that I can make it to my 8am Friday morning still drunk after passing out the night before...but not to my 9am on Tuesday that I went to bed early for? Irony or karma?
I just found a nug casually in my room under my duffel bag. Is this a sign I need help?
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