To answer your question of whether I "went back," tits just informed me I was kicked out for falling off my barstool and passing out on the floor...
It was still light ouot when we were walking up Pier Ave and she kept asking if she could suck my nipples.
Holy shit I just stopped short on route 18 because I thought my gps was saying I had to turn right in 11 feet. After almost hitting the guardrail I realized I had to turn in 11 miles.
Fuck I'm high.
hahaha he is wasted in math class right now and is drawing all the planets in order from the sun
oh great, iTunes now thinks im gay.
I found his backpack for the weekend. All it had was ping pong balls, mardi gras beads, and Tums.
Just for future reference: milk is NOT a good mixer no matter how drunk you are.
Do you have any idea how hard it is to concentrate on legal issues with the ghost of his giant penis in me?
This is the moment in my life where I take a fork in the "nice guy" road ive traveled for 23 years and fuck everything in sight that doesnt have herpes, or is in-between flare ups and I don't know about it until my dick is on fire.
His IQ level must rival that of a comatosed aardvark.
I'm eating crumbled blue cheese out of Tubbaware. My life is nothing.
Sometimes I actually rage on Tuesday, come back, and do homework drunk and pull an all nighter.
I just wanna get hammered somewhere crazy. Meet some chicks. Bang them and then go scuba diving.
My dreams last night were filled with sex and quidditch.
I did not pay that kind of money so that It could be hidden. that bra needs to shine in glory so that it can be seen by the world.
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