Is it weird that I miss finding cum in my bed?
i made sure i dropped the whole "im a yoga teacher" bomb which basically roofies a guys sense of judgement and guarantees he will sleep with me.
I woke up with his wallet, but not him. Gold-digging at it's finest.
someone just laughed at me while i'm laying on the floor waiting for the bus. like they've never been hungover.
I just threw up on the floor. And we're gonna fuck on the beer pong table, so keep everyone upstairs.
there is a video of me from last night trying to light my breath on fire. that drunk.
judging from the number of limes and box of kosher salt on the counter therell be 8.5 gallons of tequila drunk this weekend.
sounds about right
The acoustics in my bra are fantastic.
we were playing waterfall, then strip waterfall, then we were just listening to music, drinking, and slowly becoming more naked
I was just like oh sorry I'm peeling meanwhile my legs are on either side of his head and I look like a fucking Komodo dragon
nothing like having plan b for breakfast in a cvs parking lot before ordering this semester's textbooks
I remember looking at his body and thinking wow you have a body sculpted by Jesus himself. Still not sure if I said that out loud or not
I told him I wish we were at my house cause then I could tell him to get out after we had sex.
Pretty sure if we keep hanging out on Tuesdays there will be no whiskey left for the younger generations or the universe will implode....tomato tahmato
Yeah that stuff was rough. We insisted on wearing our bikinis all down college ave, and at several parties that were not beach themed
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