When we ran out of red solo cups we switched to Starbucks cups for beer pong... Who doesn't want to live in Seattle?
At what point should shame kick in? Realising I had a one night stand with a man engaged or realising I am that man's wedding photographer?
Im beginning to think that if I ever write an autobiography it will have to be mostly fill in the blank.
It took me four clicks to get to 2009 on his profile. This can't work.
I told him if he went to see magic mike with me I'd cover his eyes during the penis parts
I want a MapMyFart App, where I can mark every spot where I have ripped one. Like here.
Our motto for the night: BLACK OUT OR BACK OUT.
That's our motto every night.
I panicked i brought burritos. Funeral burritos
Just got a snapchat from him that was a video of with the caption "my new apartment" in Brazil. I think we might not be seeing eachother anymore.
The last thing I remember is goading each other into a vodka-chugging competition.
I'm glad we can *facepalm* it together over the married couple we fucked separately.
That's the 2nd med student that has had his tongue in my butthole, what gives.
Shotgunning beers in the shower. Mom would be proud.
I'm in the upstairs bathroom. I went to the bathroom after class and realized this is not a shit I want to have publicly. I ran home. We can go to lunch, just give me a min
We can have bacon on the roof while tanning
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