Pants 0. Shit 1.
so im kinda of nervous about the whole bust inside event last night
we were like drunken butterflies among sober caterpillars,
I have a ginormous moral hangover. Strip club blues.
thinking back, the fact that our bartender was missing a finger shouldve been hint number one not to let him pick our drinks
I'm out of mixers so I am using sugar water. Times are tough.
well hes been the bathroom for like 15 mins so he either feels comfortable enough to puke/ shit in my apartment or he escaped out the window
The best part about this city is obvious. Someone saw me crouching by a bar pissing in my leftover Panera bread bowl and they just winked.
I have invented a new game to play on campus. It's called "Mormons or Pledges?" It's fantastic.
We were taking body shots by lunch. I love college.
He fucked me so well and hard that the couch slid into the Christmas tree. I had to pull branches out of my hair.
You rolled over grabbed my crotch and said "that's my waffle." I'm sleeping on the couch next time.
Remember that time we were together? Yeah, I don't miss that.
From now on I'd like to be known as Rampage.
Feel free to drag me back to reality at your convenience
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