PoorDecisions tagged as

contact on my cell

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Cubic Centimeters of Dignity Remaining

 
Not wasting a wedding open bar.
Waking up at 6 am in my room, in the floor in a pool of my own vomit, not knowing how or when i hat got there and with a new contact on my cell, of a girl that i was hitting on.



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