He quoted an N'sync song to confess his attraction to me. Needless to say, I had sex with him.
you were calling yourself Ulickes S. Cunt.
you're putting all your eggs in a very hungover basket
When you're about to leave, tell him "bye." At that point, he should say something. If he doesn't say anything, well, our drinks were free and he gets a free make out with yours truly.
separated laundry into 'got laid' and 'didn't get laid' piles.
Whats a good hint for stop bitching im gonna give you head
I learned an important lesson last night: Jameson giveth, but Jameson also taketh away.
Cruelly.
I found his backpack for the weekend. All it had was ping pong balls, mardi gras beads, and Tums.
There is a mirror in the headboard of the bed that I'm sleeping in so I can immediately question life choices when I wake up.
You grinded on me in Jimmy johns to a madonna song.
I mean...he was throwing up for almost 3 consecutive hours. I don't think there's a chance in hell that would have tasted even close to tolerable.
Night is still young. Puking guts out part of it just began
I think Jabba the Hut is dying in the stall next to me.
Who would you rather hang with tonight, drunk me or high me?
Oh the sweet dreamless sleep of drugs
You? On what? Why?
Randomize
