think what you will about my sexuality, just get the cigarettes
that sweater is a total boner killer. you might as well be wearing a wedding dress.
and his room smelled like strippers, childrens tears, and fear
He busted his lip while trying to keep from passing out in the pool. The hotel people don't seem to be too concerned that we're passing around a bottle of SoCo at 11 am.
All I remember from last night is petting the broom with my feet and feeling like I was standing on a horses head
he stopped during sex, told me i smelled like McDonald's and went harder..
You have dresses for different occasions. I need different men's dicks too. It's logic.
exactly. I want him to have to live with the fact that he fucked me. I want him to look me in the eye and say "you were a drunken mistake".
Everything smells like blood and olive oil.
i'm going as a slutty football player, and all night i'll drunkily whisper "id love to catch your balls." into random strangers ears.
Living in the dorms has served one purpose and one purpose only for me: to teach me that pooping in public bathrooms is okay and that I can do it
The shit I just took was four, very distinct colors. Jager night was a success
I woke up with a dread of barbecue sauce in my hair. Drunk munchies makes me a disgusting person.
What's the plan?
Not sure. I think I'll take a dump on his windshield.
My face is going numb. I think it's time I call it quits
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