I'm 3 blocks south of you watching drag queens.
pretty sure mid blowjob I told him I needed to call you and ask you if this was whore-ish. He hid my phone from me.
I think drunk me is telling hungover me something... I just have to crack the code.
She tried to keep her legs crossed last night while doing a keg stand. Way to keep it classy.
he's sitting on top of the fridge in only a black speedo and wont get down
I'm so hungover that the internet is hard.
people who like being in relationships make me feel bad about myself.
considering how much of last night I don't remember and the amount of ones laying on my desk right now, it's safe to say I'm concerned
U handed him a box of flavored condoms, winked, and slurred, "grape juice is her favorite."
making an indian outfit so we can be pochohantas and john smith and fuck in the canoe on the night float
I just took a shot out of my supervisors unzipped jeans. Our staff parties are getting a little too personal
He is like a dragon that makes me want to spread my butt cheeks, so he can fill me with hot fire.
My walk of shame was 2 miles of feathers flying off of me, underwear in hand, and a homeless man telling me he'd pray for me. It was gold medal worthy.
Completely unrelated and mildly related, a guy I hooked up with last year in a threeway died, his obit photo was his Grindr photo
There's a little game I've come up with since the mess of a party I had; it's called "tinsel or condom wrapper? (or: what's that on the floor?)"
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