we were like drunken butterflies among sober caterpillars,
i woke up completely naked except for a bottle of beer saran wrapped in between my boobs
No, the weekend was great. It was the waking up in the pond in the raft without an oar that sucked. That fucking water is cold at 7am.
You did a line of free coke with an obese Slovenian unlicensed cab driver in the toilets of the most questionable strip club in the country. New low man.
When you put it like that, I'm inclined to agree.
The TA leading my study session just said "now get outta here. I need to get drunk before class"
You left for an hour, then walked up to us at the bar, pulled 80 dollars out of your bra and yelled " drinks are on him".
As if right now I am a humanitarian. Full story to come in the morning. It involves sex.
Two things: Why did I wake up in a pool of blood? And am I still invited to the wedding?
No idea. And yes be here at 4
As I was sneaking out of his house last night his moms lover was sneaking in, he held the door for me...
Everyone heard you having sex but I just told them you were having a nightmare.
Friend as in 'I used to have sex with her' or friend as in 'I still want to have sex with her'?
Did you take the full box of samoas or do I not remember getting baked and eating half a box by myself?
Would you consider masturbating to Hocus Pocus an adulthood high or low?
My dreams last night were filled with sex and quidditch.
Coffee's working. Just killed a fly with my bare hands.\nFuck with me.
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