So im pretty sure the object of my emotional onterest is tired of playing with me....
I did a mental Irish jig when he pulled out the second condom.
you told him to eat candy out of your ear instead of your vagina because you had your period. never. drink. AGAIN.
im the poster child for why you shouldnt play beer pong with wine.
so apparently mom and dad slept together on the first date
i guess it runs in the family.
just had to shower sitting down. i hope this isn't an indicator of how the rest of my week is going to go.
FYI, when you wake up, please note that I puked in your shoes because I sstubbed my tooee, not becus I was drunk.
He's hinting that I'm starting to be kicked out of their blunt rides, I can feel it.
I lost it last night. That was humiliating. Cincinnati is now covered in my puke.
I think he's having people over to watch him get way too drunk again
You did it first. I was merely expressing my support for you, by pressing my testicles against a window.
Friends don't let friends drunk sleep in the dorm common room
I woke up to realize my keys were on the front porch. Also so was I. So close yet so far
You -do- realize there are other things to talk about than just how different parts of you smell like pussy, right?
I'd date him. I'd date the fucking shit out of him.
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