Afterall, it is the real San Francisco treat
um. i met him on myspace...we text now, he lives down the street
I've thrown up so many times in the third floor bathroom of Baldwin that they should probably just go ahead and name it after me.
the cool security guard showed me the video clip of how i sat criss-cross-applesauce on the elevator for 20 minutes last night
you blew your rape whistle in his face every time he got near a girl till he left the party...
At some point we were all eating banana flavored rolling papers.
The only requirement is that his name is Kevin... All other factors don't matter to drunk me. Drunk me likey Kevins.
Went to 3 separate liquor stores today and I just made a huge tray of jello shots. This will be the Thanksgiving that puts all the others to shame.
My goal for tonight is to swipe my debit card through those weird rolls on the back of a big bald guy's head.
Last thing I remember clearly was, "ok, but if we're are gonna get drunk before class, there's no half-doing this"
Seeing the pictures of him and i, I'm giving whiskey the win on this one. Definitely had beer goggles.
How'd the date with the redheaded dentist go?
She didn't like my gingervitis joke
I'm at the nutcracker high as shit. It's so beautiful. I cried.
Also day 6: dick is healed and ready to go back to work.
We'll get you some ice cream, but no sprinkles. Sprinkles are for winners.
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