So pretty much, I was trying to piece last night together and remembered a point where I was pointing to you heart then touching your face. I'm not sure that I ever translated that to "I like your personality better than your looks" but that's what I meant
I lost of the blow last night. Found it later in my bag labeled Fairy Dust.
you didnt remember my name all night. you kept referring to me as "the blonde with the fat ass"
no one should ever give us hovercrafts
I just want you to know that were having pizza delivered to the emergency room
you were trying to control your nosebleed while having someone hold your four loko while you drank it through a straw. all at the same time. that is commitment.
1. Are there men involved 2. Is there food involved 3. Do I have to put pants on 4. Do I have to leave this bed
I was wondering how I got the burn marks on my boobs and then I remembered....
The baked potato bra?
I can't believe he just friend zoned me like that.
Dude, you're not even gay.
I mean, I introduced myself as "the after party". I think he knew early in the night he was in for a bangathon.
They think its so cute and admirable that I learned French. BITCH HAVE YOU NEVER HEARD OF GOOGLE TRANSLATE? sexting foreign bitches, there's an app for that
I almost had a threesome in a giant beanbag chair. I love college.
someone just "made it rain" kraft processed sliced cheese. i forgot what it was like to be home...
yeah i wanted to show him what i was missing, so i decided to send him a seductive picture, like the ones where the girls are eating strawberries and whipped cream. well i didn't have those, so i sent him a picture of myself naked eating a bagel
whoever decided snowing in 90 percent of campus on a night when the streets are flowing with tequila and skittles was clearly not an R.A.
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