I've come to the conclusion that as a grad student I would much rather prefer to get laid then get drunk
I think you know full well that a few years ago my stance was the polar opposite
i wanna stay in my bed and fart for a few more hours
I felt like a body pillow being humped by a twelve year old.
You were playing beer pong by yourself. Finally someone took the ball and threw it into the bonfire. You sat by it, cried, and contemplated how to get it out. For 45 minutes.
She accidentally pre-ordered us Dominos for the next day at 11:30am... we were very confused when we woke up.
Just found a picture of me licking the bouncers ear last night
He's currently rapping every word to 'more money more problems' at what could be a over 30s gay bar. I'm not sure yet. More info to come.
Their car went through the first bag of wine on the drive up...clearly 6 bags was not enough.
It's been decided..lingerie is an investment. You get free breakfast and cab rides out of it.
It was awful. Mid hookup he started reading the titles of the books over my bed, which were about Russian imperial history. He then started asking me questions about the class I was reading the books for. I was like "WE HAVE TIME FOR THAT LATER, PLEASE CONTINUE."
I have just gotten home. I saw a lot of penis tonight. On a trampoline. Shit got weird.
Now that makes it sound like you had sex with a guy in batman costume and you never took the mask off so you can't 100 percent be sure.
Multi-day drunkenness is to binge drinking as black diamonds are to skiing. They're tough and confusing and you hurt afterwards, but you did it and you probably got an alright story along the way.
so evidently blowing a guy does not mean he will say hi to you when he sees you in class.. in case you're ever wondering
Jus pulled over and stole. Corn out of a. Field. ... get on my level
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