Yep Great. Apparently I didn't just say things once that night. Drink. Yell. Repeat.
U also mentioned u werent wearing any underwear hahahaha
So for a second i just thought clitoris was a disease.
Of course I was flustered, I had a lot of penis in my face.
The heaters out again. Makin a fire in thebroke toilet for warmth.
When I was in the bathroom and wiped with a paper towel I found in the trashcan, I realized that this might be the reason I have a yeast infection.
So some sort of safe sex group just flash mobbed the bar by putting condoms over people's beers.
They left screaming as a hale of lubbed up condoms rained into their hair.
My garbage can has nothing in it besides condoms and candy wrappers. That's good garbage.
I'm so tired I just poured monster in my coffee.
And it tastes incredible.
And I have chest pains.
I warned you. Don't come crying to me when your vagina refuses to forgive you for this.
I spent the entire night stroking his hair. He was cool with it. Never thought a ginger stoner would help me work through my social anxiety but here we are.
Tune in tm morning for how to buy Plan B in a foreign country while coming down off ecstasy
Would I do it again? Probably not but still,I don't regret a single ratchet thing I've done in college.
I have 35 pounds of pennies. Need any?
These morning walks of shame have became my morning jogs
Lol, maybe a little bit. I don't know. I don't keep a super keen memory log of dicks honestly.
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