I could hear his roommate in the background imitating my sex sounds...
every single one of us blacked out. we woke up the next morning and it was like the night never happened. IT'S STILL A MYSTERY
You weren't a difficult drunk to take care of. I just had to stop you from plunging the toilet once or twice.
We eventually get in a cab (after david tried to hail multiple regular cars and some sort of shuttle bus)
Straight up if I get stuck with her I'm going to drink myself into a prison cell.
My number one goal in life is to find out who can fill a keg with Popov
Would a ten year old streaker be inappropriate?
That's the stuff legends are made of
I only put bad things in my body...jack, caffeine, chocolate, pills, and rich's cock. It's like being holistic but exactly opposite
Am I the only one that feels like there are hundreds of tiny people having a rave and stomping and kicking around inside my head this morning?
I think once you know a guy's chest measurements the stalking has gone too far..
I came in shy and timid. By the end of the night I hulked out broke two lamps, their coffee table, some plates, and still had sex.
Maybe. I want to have sex at the fire station, most likely on one of the trucks. I wonder if I can finagle that before I tire of the spelling and grammatical errors in his texts.
This is the third time my roommate and I have drunkenly hooked up. I'm starting to think she's not as straight as she says she is.
Dude, you were so drunk you were hanging from the ceiling of my car pretending you were a sloth while we were on 81.
I remember turning to Jon after doing a line of coke and saying "I was a Girl Scout"
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