So it's 10:55am and I just woke up on the floor in the hallway on the4th floor. There should probably be no moredrinking competetions.
there needs to be a "man fax report". like car fax. type in the guys name and bday and up pops all the bad shit he's ever done.
after last nights cooking expirments i have lost all faith in the fire alarm battery
I vomitted in the hotel where they film gossip girl last night. Everywhere.
I was just given a safe word. It's going it be an interesting night.
I'm love that we're talking about a possible 3rd 3some, and that you're going to be a dad.
we were bear claw grabbing his crotch in the middle of the bar yelling prominent ridge over and over.
Voted patient of the month again at the urgent care. I need to rethink my life choices.
It's ok, I may have just peed outside your car and used your whataburger napkins. Hope you weren't saving them for a special occasion.
I remember just enough about last night to wish I didn't remember anything.
She carried my bag of puke down the aisle and the flight attendant wouldn't move the beverage cart so she put the puke bag in the flight attendant's face and said "I have a bag of sickness!" I've never seen a cart move that fast.
I haven't received a dick pic from him lately. He's not even my boyfriend and I'm concerned. I hope he's alright.
btw my frat has a search out for you. the "girl who threw up in the middle of the party" but it was on some fat girls. so thank you.
all i remember is slapping you in the face with a slice of pizza while laughing maniacally.
I had to cum in my sink.
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