so after all day drinking, we went to an all u can eat crab place and i was going from table to table surveying the crowd if they though the crab i was carrying around looked like the flying dog from never ending story...what the hell is wrong with me?
I wouldn't call it sex. It's like when you put a plug in a socket half way. It's not all the way in but it still turns on the light.
Things we need. Powerade. Water in fridge. Mixers for vodka. And reality checks.
Lets just fuck. We'll decide if it was makeup or breakup sex after.
Come, dress lightly, bring tequila...
Freedom, beauty, truth, and love to all. I also probably have syphilis
You need to get over here. I think the drunks are about to sacrifice a chicken to the beer gods. Or a freshman. Stay tuned.
Nothing says "I mean business" like using a cart at the liquor store.
On a toatally unrelated note, I see music in my hair
Also what is the name of Americas thing where we had a holy obligation to expand westward? I'm going name my new lighter that.
I think my hookup is starting to fall for me. Time to break his heart.
This is going to be the time I got green body paint on Chris' ceiling all over again...
I chatted up the pastor's son on Grindr during the service. Still ridiculing my decision to go to church this morning?
THIS THING HATES MY LIVER
My prof handed me back my essay on Lesbians in literature, gave me an A and then we had sex in her office. Told you she was gay.
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