: south campus drug res life name erik. Love, tran
The guy I fucked in the port a poty just called me and asked me on a date!
Awkward!
No he was cute and I said yes!
just the thought makes me want to clean my vag with a clorox wipe
Vodka is such a love hate relationship.
Truer words have never been spoken.
I really should sober up and deal with this hangover
It seems to be one of those life decisions I'm perfectly content never making though
First I must say that I am disappointed to learn that you knowingly have trashy friends with whom you've not hooked me up.
Not enough clothes on. Not enough vagina. Not enough drugs in my body.
I farted in his bed and then in my drunken stupor grabbed hair defanging spray to cover up the stench.
she keeps a switchblade in her panty drawer... i am both terrified and slightly turned on
Did we seriously steal a wet floor sign from McDonald's then get chased down by a homeless man for it? Never drinking again.
I feel like I should remember what we did after leaving the party because apparently a llama was involved, but all I can manage is the part where I asked you to cuff my ankle to the bed so I wouldn't backflip away.
I feel like a bottle of fireball rented a bull dozer and ran me over until I was left without a shred of my dignity
At one point I was convinced he was a snake and was going to eat me And I just accepted it
I cannot take an uber back in my costume...can you please come get me?
Never make a coconut bikini from a real coconut.
I smell like old thai food.
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