ive come to the point where weve hung out more times sober than drunk. i think im growing up. fuck.
We had break up sex twice. He said one was cause he had to say goodbye to both tits.
The working title of my paper? "Tailgating: A Big Clusterfuck of Kids Who Dont Actually Give a Shit about Football"
When I came home you were using a glowstick to eat peanut butter from the jar.
It was a cry at the bar alone type of night, served with a side of passing out facedown in my nachos.
You know its good night when theres makeup smears on the toilet seat
I need to stop getting so excited when a guy unzips his pants and its bigger than my boyfriends. I look like a kid in a candy store.
took some adderal to make my alochol withdrawl less shitty. now im just concentrating on how badly i need a drink
It was like an ecstasy filled massage for my vagina.
That's the best compliment I have ever received.
Now accepting any stories about my adventures last night, in particular why my knuckles are bleeding.
this place is dumb. no one understands my Sunday morning alcoholism here.
I need you to be best friend brutally honest about whether or not I can go into public like this.
I fucked him twice and then he set me up with his teammate. This kid does wonders for me
I'm deleting Tinder. I got there he rubbed my back and then proceeded to jerk off on me.
Remember, today is also the anniversary of Harambe's death. D**** out.
Randomize
