The last thing I remeber was convincing you to hide in the fridge, and then taking everything out and you not fitting.
I realized that I've made out with a different boy almost every time we've gone to mcgoreys....I don't need a boyfriend...I have that bar
so after he got his stomach pumped, he asked for a smoking room.
Deffinety need to stop having sex on the beach just took a dump and it was mostly sand
the brownie started to kick in before i finished the essay... it became a race against my own increasing intoxication
You spent about half an hour trying to convince me that mesh condoms were a good idea.
We fucked to the rythmn of the thunder, it was magical
Going to jail was so much more fun than I thought it would be. I feel like I walked away with more than just a bomb-ass mugshot, I feel like I made some life long friends.
Celebratory bar crawl?
It's not a real holiday until someone pees on you. Did someone pee on you?
And the night ended with some random dude pissing on a car in a vain attempt to find a proper bathroom. We, the drunk, salute you, sir!
I felt like the hulk waking up from a black out except with munchies
Dude...are you really going to start sexting during our friend's memorial service?
Serious question: is he hot or is my vagina just that barren?
She's Jesus crazy. And one if not more other forms of crazy. She's 2.5+ crazy.
He was gone when I woke up. But he left skid marks on my sheets and our unopened bottle of Titos is missing
New Rule: No more sleepovers with guys we met on Reddit
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