So it's 10:55am and I just woke up on the floor in the hallway on the4th floor. There should probably be no moredrinking competetions.
We made a drinking game out of Project Runway. Gay guys are so fun.
Just woke up with 34 slim-jims in my pocket. Too afraid to check the others.
just woke up COVERED in glow sticks and glitter. didn't even have to turn the light on to puke.
the last thing i remember saying is "hope you like body hair"
At this point, I really just need a sign in sheet for my vagina.
drunk enough to drink jager bombs out of a bowl on the kitchen floor.
He fell asleep and I'm awkwardly laying here because all I have to wear is my tutu. I'm pretty sure his roommate is going to be back soon so this should be fun. This is my life now. PS. the background of his phone is a picture of his hedgehog.
I just haven't been myself lately. I slept with a guy 21 years older than me and I've been wearing my hair in a center part.
Me, him and the recently stolen carpet walked down the road and into the strip club. We had to check the carpet with our coats, it didn't mind missing out too much, later the door guy at Subway held carpet during late night sandwich selection.
how do you ask an olympian for your underwear back?
Well, we ended up labeling the relationship. We are now each other's designated butt-toucher.
Your youporn search history says otherwise.
You're emotionally mature, right? I said you were.
I have at least four things in my line of sight that have Kermit the Frog on them in my dorm. Does that answer your question?
You told me you could hear my heartbeat through my penis but your methods were unethical.
Sixty five beats a minute. I stand by that.
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