To answer your question of whether I "went back," tits just informed me I was kicked out for falling off my barstool and passing out on the floor...
He played with my vagina like it was a turntable
dude im at a party with a bunch of 17 year old gilrs this is awesome
no its not leave
Fun Fact: The stage were about to graduate on is where we once drove a van and kidnapped someone.
Fun Fact 2: My parents are sitting by the bushes I peed in this weekend.
Heed the warning of the ghost of Oktoberfest present: German beer is soooooooo much better than our watered down children's piss. also lost all my clothes and am wearing lederhosen the rest of the trip.
Everyone threw up but him. I took off my shirt because I puked on it. There were also a lot of drag queens involved.
I'm giving you a get out of sober free card for one of the nights
and I think you ate the old crusty spaghetti on the counter when we came home last night judging by the carnage
After the 3rd time his brother walked in on us I asked "Does he ever knock?" his reply "This is his room"... Turns out he didn't even live there... I feel like a hoe.
It just makes me feel nauseous. And I don't want to feel nauseous when all I really want is to get off.
Nothing says "we're never gonna bone" like "nice haircut, it makes you look like my cousin"
Night one million where I have madri gra beads around my neck and no justifiable reason for where they came from
I touched the butt once. 'Twas an experience with the greatness of legend. So I touched it once more.
So high that I just walked into class, late, sat down in my desk, and tried to buckle my seatbelt.
I know I drink too much cuz "ssssjllapph peneinssesss" automatically comes up in my phone now.
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