I am good. I dancing. Drinking but dancing fine.
so now that im really awake i see that my underwear are completely ripped down the side, my shorts are on backwards, i have to go get plan b....i call last night an epic fail or success depending on how catholic i am feeling
absolutely not. he will always be that kid that threw up a ham and cheese sandwich in fourth grade to me.
I guess I gave him a 20 minute play-by-play of the first three sections of R. Kelly's 'trapped in a closet.'
the bar tender told me i could keep an air matress in the backroom.
you went all the way to UK and still managed to hook up with someone from our highschool...
like the only thing i remember is bringing a piece of toast to the bar...
I guess wearing a straight up bikini to class is an early indication that Thirsty Thursday has started.
He's like my sex unicorn. Elusive and majestic. I'll catch him, I'm baiting with patron.
Dude. It just hit me for a second time. My thumbs are huge and moving very quickly. Like stampeding buffalo...
I would never do this in real life. It's only college.
Like do you realize his dealer came out with a gun and we laughed like it was all just fun and games...
I asked this couple what they would like to drink and they leaned toward me eagerly and asked if we still have THE root beer ... Idk if this is code for please add cocaine to my drink
Summers almost over and we haven't golfed, got naked or had sex yet. Let's do all three in one day, no particular order.
You can't die you're my only democrat family member
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