I'll listen to your side of the story when you stop being such a whore.
You know you're hung over when your pose in art class is lying face down on the platform
No stds, not pregs, and lost two pounds. I'd call that a successful two years of grad school.
The irony of calling it Pride is that you do things that no one should be proud of.
"Students using Axe body spray to light selves on fire" is a real headline from a real newspaper. WHY AREN'T WE DOING THIS RIGHT NOW?
if this hangover is indicative of how 2011 is gonna be, i want nothing to do with it
Dorm room. In. Elevator. Fell in. Boom. Puke
Her exstacy made her nickname everyone David. Nobody knows who the fuck she's talking to so we just say no to everything she says. She's crying.
Your place is a magnet for either righteous parties or crippling alcohol dependency. Lets find out which together
In the midst of you puking your guts out, you stopped, looked at the globe in front of you and whispered "America.."
He compared my blow job skills to finding gold treasure in a gold chest, so there's that.
The last thing I remember is goading each other into a vodka-chugging competition.
Do you remember when I didn't post that pic of you fucking an avocado on your boss' desk? Can you return the favour?
I still have that dildo-suction bruise on my forehead and this sweater STILL smells like my Christmas Eve vomit.
I once broke a mans heart just to get laid by a premature ejaculator
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