Pregaming class all semester has made this final review session more like my introduction to the topic.
If you start sounding at all like you're even remotely in love, expect a lecture on the merits of being a single woman with a vibrator.
This is why we're friends.
OH MY GOD. JESUS STRIPPER. THERE IS A JESUS STRIPPER HERE. A STRIPPER DRESSED AS JESUS.
It's tuesday, which means cocktails followed by cocktales.
i hope this doesn't spoil anything but there are vikings and it is awesome
He could have been a one armed faceless howler monkey. I was so slammered that I didn't care what I was having sex with or if whatever it was... was doing it right.
You'd think the dry cleaners next door would be less judgmental for as much business as my theme parties bring them.
I made him an O's fan. One pic of my tits coming out of a Baltimore shirt and it was done.
Somebody really needs to come home and pick up the used condom from the middle of the wood room floor. It's blue, if that helps decide who comes - uh, home.
Well I woke up and my arm was bleeding. And my blood is on the wall in the hallway.
Umm
No idea. I blame fireball.
Valid.
I just learned in class that female whales slap their fins against the water and then ten males come and fight for her yet we can't get guys to text us back
I've had more orgasms than showers this week.
Fuck I think I want to but I don't think I should. Caught between should and wanting.
just follow your vagina
Quote of the day.
Also, I had mind-blowing sex on a pool table
You were so drunk Last night you asked for your glasses so you could read the directions on a band aid
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