i threw up in a trash can last night at kellys irish times. but in a trash can because i'm a lady
Once you see the odd facial expressions and noises a guy makes while he is furiously beating off on top of you, it kind of puts things into perspective.
I woke up (not at home) to find out I kissed Ryan Caberra, flashed for free gumbys and carried around an inflatable moose named Johnson. Great success.
Moved my bed either I'm a whore or every guy I have ever slept with hid condom wrappers under my bed
Michelle found a bong in the garbage and sold it to my mom
All I remember from last night is puking up a box of cheeze-its and the building catching on fire.
after he fucked me and not his girlfriend, i told him to be a gentleman and close his eyes as i ran to the bathroom naked. so sweet.
your definition of "gentleman" is so absurd.
we used the bottom of a tampon for coke since no one had a 20 on them. My life has resisted to this.
Drunk me forgot I'm not an 18yr old raver anymore. Adult me is now in pain.
He snapchatted me the wine on the ceiling this morning
Twist to Josh's story, he had a gyro in his hand and never dropped it even after he got knocked the fuck out
The guy I'm talking to drunk texted me his essay last night and he asked me to revise it
So is seeing the guy's penis that I'm talking to something you're into or nah?
Did you mark a random day on my calendar as National Seth Day?
Sounds like a legit day to me.
What happened?
Vodka. Vodka happened.
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