woke up this morning with pubes superglued to my face, not my pubes
Moral of the story: don't get pregs or your chances in the beer league are over
she used her one phone call to ask me about my day
I made him drop me off at the wrong house waited for him to leave and crawled through several fences so he couldnt stalk me. How was your night?
4 to the list in one week. Slutsville isn't as fun as the brochure promised.
No, she passed out instead. I have the worst luck, its like Jesus is mad at me for having the same birthday as him
I'll be honest with you, my dick was out at that point in time.
I feel like im becoming the girl who only drunk texts him. I would be in the dog house, if situations like this had dog houses.
Drinking and pointing where stuff needs to go is hard stuff.
I haven't been sober in 4 days.
Then be sober
No.
No, it's ok. He's Greek. To him I'm just a light drinker, not an alcoholic.
mid-october of freshman year. goals have shifted from "no more guys on my floor" to "all the guys on my floor."
Truth be told it's significantly easier to get over someone when they file a police report on you
That means I have to put pants on. That is not something I am willing to do right now.
I just folded my laundry and I washed 3 pairs of underwear and 6 jizz towels. Clearly I'm quarantining right.
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