So what's the moral of this story? Aside from 'lesbians hold grudges'?
once he started yelling at me in latin, i wasn't sure what we were fighting about anymore...
It's refreshing to see you in something that is stained with something other than vomit and spilled alcohol.
I need $500 dollars more than I need a night of dignity... I gonna do it.
The 9th floor RA wants to know why we stacked 21 cinder blocks in the shower, and I can't remember. Do you?
He said he was going to "rock my world". I wonder if he too has a false sense of confidence and accomplishment stemming from a complete lack of honesty from our own female counterparts.
Quick question. What's the protocol on going back to a bar after going home with one of their bartenders?
Go back and try to find another to go home with.
Maybe if more guys knew my pillowtalk occasionally includes me scribbling notebook diagrams of cell signalling pathways, I'd get laid more often
Please save me from this creative non fiction class. I just wrote a paper about how I spend unhealthy amounts of time with my cat.
I spend unhealthy amounts of time watching RuPaul's Drag Race.
I referred to the cat as amicable.
Please ask me to tell you about the time I watched two of my friends chase my drunk roommate with a broken foot around downtown
I probably won't go. Last time I got drunk with those guys I just started demanding people let me touch their beards.Then I mocked everyone who didn't have facial hair.
I think that living in the "now" is the worst fucking ghandi buddha whatever advice bc that means I'm just gonna get drunk in the now.
Look fucker, my sensibility and attention to detail is the ONLY REASON you're not dead now
You some how ended up sleeping on one of the beams that run along the ceiling of your house
There's a fuckload of syrup all over the floor.
Randomize
