i think our first tip to leave should have been when we saw the drinks were coming out of a gas can
I even resorted to pole dancing with the street sign. I have an extra $20 now because I think people were paying me to leave.
Ok I might come if this chair quits being so great...I'm also seeing this bush in the corner turn into a witch
Life's too short to consider the larger psychological underpinnings of my lust.
I feel like I have two modes: Super fuckin high, or super giddy from caffeine. I have learned to accept this.
We bonded over the fact that we each, separately, got arrested on the same weekend.
Our foot and a bit height difference is kinda fun, except she's so tiny that after we ate burritos it looked like she was pregnant. I had a confusing bonner.
That isn't the worst part. It got a bazillion times more awkward when he read me a poem he wrote about his dead cat.
She is carving a little coffin out of some wood for her hamster that died. I'm flying home tonight.
I thought we agreed to no sexting at the school bake sale...
All I want to do is drink an excessive amount of free alcohol bought from strange men, while taking frequent trips to the bathroom to snort an assortment of illicit drugs off dirty toilet seats. Break cannot get here quick enough...
Beer Olympics must happen in honor of the legit Olympics.
he'll eat me out, but god forbid we double dip when sharing salsa
I just saw a guy faceplant off a unicycle while holding a saxophone, while his buddy riding another unicycle and sporting a flute rode by laughing
Only at UConn...
On the brightside we know now that empty pringle cans are accepted at mcdonalds as cups.... Screw people who judged us, we saved a buck
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