He was dressed in cheap leather and smelled like death.
john hughes is dead. crushing any and all dreams of me ever being in an 80's john hughes film. bummer.
You weren't lying about those ceramics students giving the best hand jobs.
I'm tempted to see how fat I can get before he leaves me. It's obvious we're playing a game of chicken here.
It's sad because pictures are supposed to say a thousand words, and theirs just say 'fat'
wanna go with us to feed the ducks bread soaked in vodka?
how could i say no?
If you are drunk already, then as your friend I am advising you to stop writing on your dads Facebook wall
This is the only time in your life where finding a half eaten lime and pair of florescent pink underwear that wasn't yours means that it was a good night
He walks in. We each have a tiki torch. We say, the tribe has spoken. We put his out and then stab him with it.
Nick is about to bring home a woman who is 39, a mother, and, by all accounts, FUCKING HOMELESS. Will update as details become available.
There's like a dolphin trainer convention here or something. I will parlay this trip to Vegas into riding Shamu if its the last thing I do.
No. Every time we go there, you end up getting high, then lost, then going home with strangers.
How long until you're healed?
Physically? A week or so. Emotionally? The scars of dislocating my knee at a frat and flashing my panties to the whole crowd wi never heal.
The hospital waiting room is starting to become a very familiar place to me.
I got very very very high last night and bought a cotton candy machine on eBay
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