I've come to the conclusion that as a grad student I would much rather prefer to get laid then get drunk
I think you know full well that a few years ago my stance was the polar opposite
Saw a dead body on the way to the casino. I think that's a good sign.
I just googled maps his house, and took the virtual tour back to my apartment, just so I could visualize the walk of shame in the morning
The guy I was getting with last night took off his purity ring mid-sex and threw it across the room.
Worst hangover of my career vs the return of the blue balls. Will keep updated
Things I can say. There is a photo of me pouring whipped cream into a midgets mouth.
So I commented on one of his pictures "who do I have to give a full effort blow job to, to get the Ides of March movie poster behind you" he responded with a number that wasn't his. I still texted it. I love that movie.
I want to break his glasses with my pelvis.
Hey ask him if he likes swappy seconds
Virginity is like the pottery barn-you break it, you bought it.
Thanks....I've always wanted my vagina compared to an overpriced coffee table
I know. In fairness he did tell me to throw up out his window onto his roof so I don't think he's pissed at me but I'm still mortified by the whole situation.
Got to work this morning and thought... Did I really dance on that pole last night
I didn't want him to hear me sneaking in. The doggie door was the perfect solution.
I have mastered the art of having sex on monkey bars.
Bad part of last night: I puked in my hair. Good part of last night: I assembled a posse.
You kept pulling me aside saying "look what I found"
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