i lost my life and panties somewhere between the 15th and 16th round of slap the bag.
Talking to this girl is like playing minesweeper on hard. There's red flags everywhere.
She woke me up, whispered "I like the size of your dick", kissed me, and rolled over and went back to sleep
she always winds up in the cupboards its nothing new.
Got into the physics lab with my student id, hooked up over break when school was closed. I regret no payments for tuition.
Hey, it was your idea to keep her occupied with the barscanner on your phone.
you didnt need to give her a fucking sharpie. there are handmade barcodes everywhere. including my cock. fucker.
he was extremely fucked up- he thought my sports bra was his boxers. even when his leg wouldnt fit. at least whiskey dick wasnt a problem
i get drunk faster, i spend less money on food, and i'm losing a shit ton of weight. depression and its pills are doing wonders for me
Showing up to Easter hungover, late, and covered in black an blues from pole dancing. Daughter of the year.
Moonshine marathon is never a good idea
I just want to be able to run around naked and eat grass with no judgments and have people feed me and expect me to sleep all the time.
Update: day 5 and Scott has not left the apartment. Still smoking. Pizza roll supply dwindling.
I should come with a warning like "do not feed me tequila or cocaine, I will ruin the party and cry"
Liquor has joined the party. Aly just fucking yelled "I LOVE COOKING" and poured margarita mixer, ice and tequila into the blender.
their motto was "the first one to get arrested wins" so of course today was interesting
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