the last thing i remember was trying to convince him to call over his girlfriend so we could have a threesome
We need to start having rules for the weekends. Like no more downing 3 shots because we want to slut dance a little harder or because biggie just came on.
she had no gag reflex. and is an abercrombie model. i love college.
Drunk in a canoe getting pulled by a lawn mower thinking of you
it's like a walk of shame rule, you always run into someone who saw you wearing that yesterday
is it sad that i can honestly say it was the best birthday sex i've ever had and it was still terrible?
Also I legit had a girl at my bar crying tonight saying to her friend "why did he have to take his top off ?"
Either I'm deep cleaning my apartment out of severe academic procrastination or I'm subconsciously nesting and need to take a pregnancy test.
You're getting spoiled, you better send me at least a side boob pic if you wanna see my dick dressed up as Davie Crockett.
I just listened to "Eye of the Tiger" and did 5 shots to prep going over to see him.
Professor just informed us that she can't come to class today because her daughter broke her glasses and she can not see where she is going. Am I still drunk from this weekend?
Woke up the day after the party with a bruise on my stomach. Pretty sure my liver was trying to escape for fear of it's life.
idk the fact that her roommate had a sign that said "enter without knock, exit without cock" makes me really NOT want to go steal her pot.
I've only fucked to 2 Fleetwood Mac songs, that must be why my life feels so empty.
I was informed this morning that I took all my clothes off and ran around the whole apartment complex. Being as they just moved in, welcome to the neighborhood.
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