So what's the moral of this story? Aside from 'lesbians hold grudges'?
Whatever, you were 10 deep and there was a hot tub. No judgment.
Using manwich sauce as ketchup. Not bad. Love college.
Mental note: adding peach schnapps to a gin and tonic does not "water it down."
I'm not going to fuck him in his Honda Fit. That's gay.
my goal is to masturbate without thinking about my exbf.
It was honestly the most delicious alcohol I've ever drank, plus the added risk of going blind from methanol poisoning really enhanced the experience.
And I'd make him talk dirty to me. In Forrest Gump's voice.
Over 50% of the drunkest nights I have ever had began with me saying "I'll just drink my dinner" to you.
I woke up in an apt hallway this morning and a nice lady brought me coffee cause she thought I was homeless
My skirt was too short for the church and I brought my flask to the Scrooge play. God bless us, everyone!
You have not lived until you've slid down a waterfall fucked out of your mind. Fact.
Good, I've got all this booze. It's intimidating to be in the room alone with it..
Is she blowing you? I'm in the closet.
I think my brain is throwing up inside my head. How do you live like this?
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