I dont remember anything after Tequila & Apple Juice. May have disovered the recipe for mental bleach.
Just farted cum and thought I shit myself. Crisis averted tho
just balanced a champagne glass on my gut. thanks to beer im a living breathing tempur-pedic mattress.
Took his v-card last night. Yet another experience I didn't expect to have in my thirties.
He's Hawaiian. Thank god it wasnt a real American
sitting in the bathroom telling some girl to keep puking or she will die. while holding a beer. nursing school rocks.
this speak and spell drinking game will be the death of us all.
No. Mother. Fucking. Jello shots. Just no. I'm not falling into that trap again.
also, made a drinking game out of my birthday photos....drink everytime alcohol is in a photo. going through all 350 of them.
He had "Bad Bitches Only" tattooed above his dick. I don't know his name but I hope I find him again. I also don't feel that I lived up to the challenge.
I've literally already typed in by booty call text for friday night. all I have to do now is wait for is drunk me to press send
Hey are you going to the pride parade? If so get me a shit ton of condoms
I'm tempted to randomly yell out 'SO HOW IS YOUR UNDERAGE GIRLFRIEND' but that would be callous
Long story short if you're going to get drunk on a sailboat at night leave your phone in the car.
Like I'm not tryna become president or marry a doctor or some shit here, like one level above garbage is all I'm asking for
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