Please tell me I didn't pass out while we were having sex last night... and if so I am sooooo sorry.
Puked in a cab. Passed out on my floor an my mom put a blanket over me. Home by 1045. I won shitshow trophy last night.
I'm not sure what happened last night, but I have someone stored in my phone as 'Aftershock'
Contrary to what peaches says, you can't fuck the pain away. Full story later. Have a good morning, buddy.
He fucked my earring out of my ear. Of course he's coming over again.
Totally using formspring as an incognito way of making sure that girl from last night wasn't jailbait.
I'm really debating making a second facebook. Same name only with DRUNK at the end. That way I can keep the guys I only talk to when I'm drunk on that facebook and only go on it when im drunk.
there was 12 of us, girls included, shirtless and wielding swords as we bet on rock paper scissors in the middle of the bar. It was like Cinco de Mayo version of the Deer Hunter
She wants to go as a facebook "like" for halloween, but right now her costume looks more like the hamburger helper hand with broken fingers.
All i remember his him yelling yahtzee while pouring beer down her shirt .
I realize designer coke was a douchey thing to say but the point of the story is I did bath salts
I was telling everyone at the frat that they had to try the "fantastic refreshment" that was everclear, vodka and country time
So the next time I call you and say I'm going to my first strip club because it's christmas eve eve, and have work the next morning, I'd appreciate you stopping me
Tempting guys with beer and cheese. How Midwestern are we?
Explain to me again why I'm doing the walk of shame if we fucked at my house?
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