I am good. I dancing. Drinking but dancing fine.
Can we fast forward to the part where we get gyros
She bet her virginity on the Celtics. Looks like Kobe wont be the only one breaking in a new ring.
I mean, I don't even call it a hangover anymore. It's just morning.
I almost puked on my graduation application. perfect.
I got a phone call from security asking me to do my laundry wearing more than a blanket next time.
Drunk cheerio confetti may seem like a brilliant idea when your drunk, but believe me, the next day, its a horrible, horrible mess.
You need to let him know my only agenda is coke and sadness.
Every time I someone I meet again from that wedding it turns into the "Oh your the guy who puked in the hallway and passed out in front of the elevator."
I think anything that happens between 12 and 2 am is just sketchy enough to be a good idea.
Maybe don't sell him so much adderall next time. The other day during finals he was convinced that he could see the "molecules of life in the air" and kept reaching up slowly to grab them.
Fine line between drunken accidental sleepover with your best friend's lab partner and gay sexathon. I did a cartwheel over that line. A CARTWHEEL THAT LANDED IN HIS LAP
I feel horrible. I brought her to your house like a late night pizza delivery and dropped her off.
I ate the crust off the pizza and left the rest in the box. Even I would hate me.
He can be a kind, caring soul but also give in to the temptation of eating unicorn ass.
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