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
Sadly no. But I was pantsless when they came to get me. Which made me miss you...
i don't want a singing card. it disturbs my hangover. give me a pack of cigs taped to a bottle of wine and fuck me without a condom. happy vday baby.
We'll cross that bridge when we come to it... Or burn it. Either way we'll deal with it later
I say that when we get our grades back we're making a drinking game out of it.
They gave me a glowstick necklace to wear so they could locate me if I wandered off into the woods
Apparently one comment in my womens studies class cockblocks yourself for an entire semester.
Same here... Well I was planning on having some sort of deep conversation, but looking at how grim of an outlook tomorrow has on you, I'll just re-inform you that I have your pants.
He looks like he got hit by a weed-eater with chlamydia
The feeling I get when I hear beer bottles clinking must be what children feel when they hear sleigh bells on Christmas Eve
Done deal I'm dying it right at this moment. I'll need a red Speedo and a half shirt that is extremely tight. Like nipple tight.
Didn't know where your dishes went. Put em in the bathtub. They're stacked taller than you. It's like modern art.
They found you popping and locking it alone in the parking lot
I'll get tired halfway through and end up passed out at a taco shack honestly
you don't understand it took me an hour and a half to escape that bed, I had to memorize his sleeping patterns.
Randomize
