Apparently I farted on her in my sleep. Then, just to be sure she was cool, I did it again on purpose and she didnt say anything. So, WIN?
I woke up with ten beers in my bag that hoarded at the party last night. Rally? Its five somewhere.
I mean, I'd wanted to go skinny dipping, hook up with him and have sex on a beach, so last night I basically killed 3 birds with one super slutty stone.
Made a visit to my old puking stall. I missed it.
I'm applying temporary tattoos with green beer, this is the life.
I know. I almost started crying. IN WHAT UNIVERSE IS THAT A TURN ON?!
2 more and I will have fucked 75 percent of my acting class. best. elective. ever.
Well duh, alcohol and getting fucked up are the world's common languages.
Survival tip #3: while you're hooking up with him, don't say he reminds you of his brother
When you text me tomorrow to remind me to mail your parking pass, also remind me to make sure i did NOT pack my vibrator for this family vacation
I have to finish a biography for history and write a review on it so naturally I was like "getting high will make this more bearable" and now I'm basically inside the book at the revolutionary war with this guy.
I DON'T WANT TO KNOW THE SCIENTIFIC REASONING BEHIND WHY I STARTED A HAREM ESPECIALLY NOT FROM A GUY IN THE HAREM!
You popped the Plan B pill then clapped twice, said "mischief managed" and headed tward the bar.
wait you fucked a guy who wears k-swiss? seriously?
I know, im living my 7th grade dream
why yes, bad decisions will be made starting at 3PM Thurs through 8PM on Sun. You have been warned. Plan accordingly.
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