I cant believe we actually had a nipple party!
trying to fathom saturday night and the fact that Rainn Wilson now hates me. my brain hurts.
Today a TA in one of my classes told me he thought I was 35 and going back to school as an adult learner. Alcohol is working me.
Acid is not a monday night drug
I feel like our bond is deeper now that we're both sleeping with married men. now we're really bffls
So apparently after he gets hammered, falls down a set of stairs and gets a concussion, he can still come home and find a way to play his guitar solo bullshit as loud as possible while i seduce my date...
Please God, is a penis possibly making it to vagina town to much to ask for tonight.
Okay throwing up in my mouth a little = time to go home
I have to confess something, I may or may not have knocked on your window at 2:30 am while balancing on some guys hands. We found tequila.
The fact that me being able to walk down stairs is an accomplishment in my books pretty much explains how I am
Sorry for face planting onto the table with all our alcohol on it
He was the only one not on Xanax so he holds the key to what actually happened last night
Just kidding. Don't worry, you're getting sugar and orgasms for Valentine's day.
Appearently I went across the hall last night demanding to ride my neighbors moose... How much did I drink?
hotelroom bed is big enough to masturbate in, but small enough to not want to sleep in it after you've masturbated in it
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