Goal for tonight: Make one last drunken mistake for the semester.
She stuck a Big Gulp bend-y straw up his ass to see if he could handle anal.
Ew, and?!
Well he couldn't and the deal was he had to drink something using it afterwards.
you don't remember? you called me at 330 crying because you were in the middle of having sex with corey and forgot his name. all you kept saying was i'm a drunk bitch.
She ordered a salad and a budweiser. I love her.
I had fun. Till he melissa etheridged my ass and came to my window.
we boned then he told me that he had a thing for my gay roommate. worst night ever
FUCK YOU CALIFORNIA. YOU DO NOTHING RIGHT. FIRST PROP 8 AND NOW THIS.
eating kraft dinner with my face. no forks.
Thanks for letting me in last night. I was drunkenly sleepwalking.
Just gave a blow job while wearing a shirt that says 'world's coolest mom' idk how my conscience feels...
I'm on the same pooping schedule as a professor I've never had. He now says what's up to me in the hallway
Question #1: Why am I on my living room floor? Question #2: Where did the bloody footprints come from? Question #3: Why are there two McChickens next to the wine bottle?
I told her I was going to masterbate myself into a coma... We have another date on Thursday.
I feel like asking for a towel for after I puke before I puke to be more respectful than jus going outside to puke and coming back inside covered in sweat and tears.
I feel as if some line has been crossed, but only in this vague, WTF sort of way.
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