Let's pretend this is a good idea before I change my mind.
I just paid $5 for a shot of el toro and the bartender wasn't even hot. Rock bottom.
Some kid in my class just puked in his backpack, zipped up the backpack, put the backpack on and walked out the door.
She's more of a "I'm gonna get herpes no matter how great her face looks like" pretty
When you wake up in your dorm right outside your room with the key in the door, then you will understand my pain.
Last thing I remember is Dusty riding the bikes we "borrowed" from the hotel through the CVS while the rest of us picked up the girls who were laughing at him
Happiness for him is a different happiness than you can supply cuz you have life standards, morals and goals that dont include the bar or beer everynight.
They won't let us do straight shots of 151 since that guy lit his face on fire.
There seems no grander way to celebrate 420 than to smoke atop a mountain peak.
She's dressed as a slutty goth schoolgirl. Those are my three favorite things. God himself could not give me whiskey dick.
I totally gave him head in sync to Beastie Boy's Sabotage playing in the background.
So bored. I think I've expelled every last gram of jizz from my body.
Henceforth: booty calls will now be referred to as "deliveries of anatomy". That is all.
Dry heaving on campus is my new low. Also, go pats
Perfect. I'll put on my party clothes and write emergency numbers on my arm
Randomize
