Is there a reason "Call me when you're legal" is written on my arm? I'm 22..
That was rough. We had a 50% puke rate and 100% still drunk rate at lunch
shattered his nose in 8 pieces. Blaming it on the dog. I feel more guilty about ruining the dog's good name than I do about ruining his nose.
The more I stare at her and block out what she's actually saying with thoughts of what she could be saying, the more interested I become
don't let me wipe my vag with a dirty leaf outside of mcdonalds ever again.
4pm update. Theres smashed cake inside my duffel bag, a vodka bottle in the dish drainer, and the most productive thing ive done is make 40 pigs in a blanket
I remember nothing of last night, but I did manage to figure out which frats I went to by the trails of straw across campus.
walking back to the dorm.. she is flashing evryone, demanding beads. we tried to stop her and now she just keeps yelling "Bourbon st bitchesss"... you get her tomorrow
when you come home i just want to let you know we are cats now. and we are out of eggs.
I need vitamin water and Jesus :/
He's gonna be so upset when he get's a real job and can't do serious drugs.
I wish everyone could suck his dick. It was an honor.
My nerves will need dicks later so.. I'll call you
... Okay, fine. But I don't want to be a better person tonight. I'll be a better person tomorrow.
You threw a beachball full of vodka at me and yelled I CHOOSE YOU then ran
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