I will also inform you that stairs change when you change a house. Those hurt.
My RA just tried to write me up for having sex too loudly during quiet hours.
I'm gonna play a drinking game called "Sarah takes the train"
I was so high I thought there were pigeons in my room. Long story short there are now donut crumbs all around my bedroom.
It's almost like sex with her has gotten boring... like it's still good, but the creativity is lacking... it's times like these that i wish she still wanted me to gag her
he went up stairs with nothing on but calvin klein's and an eskimo hat, said hi to her dad, got a doughnut, and left like it was an everyday thing
Its so fun. We're having a music war with the boat next to us. They have strippers.
She's like the Michael Jordan of alcoholism
Not sure if this is better or worse than the discovery that bourbon and hot chocolate is a viable combo
Here's my first problem: I'm drunk
Made up a full house drinking game
On my way.
I feel like my map app knows I'm hungover and is strategically not driving me by fast food places so I cannot stop
You know what id love more than anything right now? ..a back rub while eating biscuits and gravy
He fell asleep on top of me after sex. For 3 hours. Poor guy worked too hard.
Apparently I drunkenly agreed to help the homeless. For once, I'm not disappointed in drunk me. Four for you, drunk self. You go, drunk self!
Randomize
