all she kept saying was "harder" "mayo" and "who are you"
For future reference, even the most well-intentioned game of whiskey pong is a terrible idea.
boobs and vodka. thats all i can remember, finals week needs to stop ending like this..
I really don't think you should have 'baptized' your tattoo in vodka the same night you got it.
Home safe. Psyche shattered. Still rolling. In love with the morrocan rug in the living room.
You should make cookies and when I get home we can have a slow motion hug and eat them
I'm giving great sideboob & it's being wasted on my parents.
Do you remember me making bird noises at the bartender with some guy at the bar last night?
Could have been worst, could have seen me bent over biting her carpet while her son was inside me, i think i would have respnded with "i was just trying to be quiet"
Can't keep a straight face around her after she asked me to "make fuck to her."
It was so small.
Tiny. Got to love sexting. Imagine finding out the old fashioned way.
I woke up with a dread of barbecue sauce in my hair. Drunk munchies makes me a disgusting person.
At one point I was counting his nipple hairs to calm myself down.
In California. Through an entire game + OT. That’s a long time to have an octopus in your pants.
I think I'm more excited for Santa to come now that I made a drinking game out of it
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