So am I a slut for not remembering his name after sex last night or not recognizing him in the cafe today after he told me who he was?
We're going to play a drinking game. It's called "Senior Year of College."
Packing up everything in the dorm. Silly bands to unused condom ratio is ridiculous.
All i want to do is drink fuck and cry... you dont have to cater all three its more like the saddest choose your own adventure ever
I figure that my generation of my family needs an alcoholic. I'll take that burden.
When / where did the additional couches appear?
Additional?
James brought one with him when he showed up. Theres still 2 outside and according to facebook, at least one more burned up.
one of my coworkers wanted to look something up on YouTube on my tablet. I didn't know how to explain why my most recent search was "girl fucks dog."
Dude you asked your tattoo if it wanted to go swimming
I suppose we should both be prepared for the secret service to come visit us after this conversation. Hi NSA.
I'm just that drunk tells people I love them or wants to set them on fire. Accept that.
she was concerned about my dick piercings.
It got weird the panthers lost and we started throwing wings at one another
I never want to even look at fireball again because it reminds me of the night I died and then lived to tell the tale of how I died.
We only initially bonded over boobs and sarcasm
Got a $290 noise violation last night for shouting "THE KING OF THE NORTH" til 2 am
Randomize
