I've come to the conclusion that as a grad student I would much rather prefer to get laid then get drunk
I think you know full well that a few years ago my stance was the polar opposite
I hate when my naked walk-arounds are interrupted by someone knocking on the door
I've never seen the starbucks guy more terrified than when you dove out the car window after your credit card
Bad news. I lost my teeth. Good news. I can still take a guy home sans teeth.
so do you, all the weight can't fall on me. I'll befriend a ball pit owner if you will befriend a drug dealer. teamwork.
See, thats where im at with my life, welcome to the slut yaht we will be cruising comfortably all summer at an extremely drunken relaxing pace S.S. Slut Bucket
His phone pocket dialed me while he was crapping. He was quietly singing stayin alive and possibly passing his intestines.
All I know is that I woke up with my pajamas on inside out in front of a bowl of watered down kd. Sitting up. I didn't even make it to bed.
He tried to buy me a drink at dollar beer night. All 3 of his credit cards were declined, so he asked me if I could cover it. Needless to say, I'm not calling him back.
Some guy walking down the sidewalk just looked at me and said "hey it's the world champ". How drunk was I on Friday...?
Roommate charged out of his room in pajamas yelling "MAKE IT RAIN" and just threw $4,000 in fifties onto my head. My Friday night.
Yeah, everything was going great until the mugging.
I have to touch the horse lube. :-(
Drunk twilight is the only twilight
Feel free to drag me back to reality at your convenience
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