There's some strange man with hair that keeps talking to us. I'm scared.
This is how horror movies start. Going to bar with strange hair guy. He's paying. Bad idea?
Ditched hair man. Got free cab ride to market. Want food. I win.
woke up in Sigma Chi. In his room. they are iniating pledges right now. Holy fucking shit mother of pearl.
do people really wait til 5 oclock to start drinking in real life?
woke up this morning to find the entire staircase covered in marinara sauce, with my roommate practically sobbing and scrubbing the wall with carpet cleaner.
As a side note, my abs are sore. Most likely cause? Orgasms. Thank you.
you were saying "i am the vodka queen!" and then in a different voice replying to yourself "all hail the vodka queen! you are so beautiful!"
Drinking wine out of an empty soup can and watching spongebob squarepants.. I eveb hate myself
this ms. usa coverage has sucessfully humbled every girl here. depressed fish in a leaky barrel. go!
we've got reservations. ask for the eat a bag of dicks table
Do I need to take a photo of my sister's enlarged and disgustingly dark nipples to scare you into protection? DO I?
You then showed up downstairs in only a robe, telling everyone how you were "the most chivalristic fratstar ever."
I'm not trying to be dramatic but if someone makes you choose between getting a Brazilian or dying. For the sake of your sanity just fucking die
I had 17 beers 2 days ago. I'm not dad material yet
Wine is the only reason I'm making it in the real world
so i showed up to the bars in a sombrero and a tie as a headband... so yeah, they didn't let me in
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