Conclusion from last night: Sometimes being classy isn't as fun as making out with a guy on a pooltable in a bar. Happy birthday, Canada.
There's guys at my school running around throwing potatoes shouting "remember the famine." makes me proud to be Irish.
Come on, video tape it. Take one for the team
You know were out to late when I call my hook up at 8:08pm and 8:08am in the same night.
So i do have strep. My apologies to the british guy from this weekend. You now have one more reason to hate america
As I fucked him you stood outside my door screaming, "I'M NOT JUDGING YOU!" over and over.
I was judging you.
You rolled around on the floor, yelled about being a "half-zombie" and bit that guy on the leg who was hitting on me.
Just high enough for therapy.
We fucked so hard and loud that the everyone at the party downstairs starting chanting his name. Oh I we broke a lamp.
maybe facebook could make a notification like "someone tagged a photo of that guy you used to bang and still think is really hot with his shirt off"
I just shaved my pubes into a heart shape. if that doesn't scream romantic idk what does
I just want to hook up with Ed Sheeran. Why does it have to be so difficult?
It's 7am. I'm making pizza & watching the Matrix. I will not be bothered.
To answer your next question, yes, I'm drunk.
Ate a slug for 39 dollars
I wouldn't expect anything less from a PhD student
we went to the skate park then back to her house for dinner, and somehow that ended with her making me blueberry pancakes at 2am
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