yeah it was kind of like, i'm 27 and still live in a frat house.. you honestly expect me to have "moral fiber" and a "conscience"
chasing shots of tequilla with sun chips. its doable but not recommended
I cannot believe you needed a note to remind yourself to ask me about the fourteen sleeping Mexicans.
She's good at three things and two of them involve dicks. And other one involves her love for arts
he needs to hurry and make his mind up... i mean i can't keep getting peed on by a guy who isn't even my boyfriend
on the way home I asked you what exit we get off at and your answer was "just like the goldfish"
Finished sriting an apology letter to my liver 2 weeks before st. Patricks game on
WE COULD TOTALLY DO ECSTASY AND GO TO THAT CAT SHELTER OFF OF BROADWAY.
I really hope you are not drunk feeding a raccoon.
Yeah I ended up covered in the mud by the end, in a lady bug golf cart that was blasting jazz music with a dead phone
At least he finally released me from his spooning oven of death...
You don't know how small your school is until you know everyone in the ER on a Friday night.
Looks like he unfriended you too. I feel like we were both just handed negative pregnancy tests.
I looked so sad that Jessica gave me a bar of soap. So that's where I'm at.
You chugged Absolut from a beer bong. Why WOULDN'T you be a champion?
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