Still hungover? Too afraid to inspect the textual evidence of last weekend’s embarrassments? We heard you last Fling, and this year we want to hear you again.

Back by popular demand is Texts From Fling, otherwise known as your opportunity to (semi-)anonymously induct your drunk/high/completely effing faced friends into the realm of interweb hilarity. So scour your inbox, send your best gems (don’t forget the area code!) to tips@underthebutton.com by WEDNESDAY at MIDNIGHT and we’ll post the best ones later this week.

And here are the important things that you guys and dolls have had to say to each other over the past few days. Disclaimer: you only have yourselves to blame.

(201): Had sex in an envelope. Got away with a clean slate. No goals allowed

(858): We’re at some guys apartment playing with his poodle
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