New thing to add to the list of never wanted to talk about with my grandma: sweating in ur crouch and vag area
We named our saturday intramural dodgeball team "we're hungover". Pretty much just an excuse to fuel my alcoholism on friday nights.
Stripper pole. Sore legs. More vaca money.
Nothing says Welcome to America than having the international house watch a sorority girl puke over the edge of the porch at 8am.
Dude, i don't know. I don't remember anything after we started chanting/playing "shot of gin."
I was mid-sentence and you stopped me and said, "Yeah.. for my vaginas sake, I'm gonna need you to stop talking right now."
You realize we were screaming in the car about our apartment next year because we can "bring home randoms whenever we want" and "stare at each other from our door ways"
I was packing a bowl naked and her dog just stared at me with pure rage
It's national "dress up your pet day" come over. Drugs and dressed up cats..it's the shit dreams are made of.
We kind of crashed their funeral party. Oops.
I may have broke the toilet masturbating. On a positive note the floor is really clean now.
Beer and Reeses. dinner of champions
Maybe you should slow down tonight...
KINGS DON'T NEED ADVICE FROM LITTLE HORN-BILLS FOR A START
I just got a hug from a random kid in my class. he said I was a champ at the bar last night..someone help me.
all I remember is screming at her "I want you and your tortillas... DEAD"
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