I've decided that life's journeys are more fun when your moral compass hangs in front of you and swings with each step
Call me back. I want to hear your side of the dead cat in my garage story.
She really thought E.D. was a sexually position.
omfg. get on facebook. the science olympiad team had a rave.
She dropped a weight class after every shot I took. I thought I was just drink something magical.
btw he is cheating on one twin with the other. the main woman in his life has a mullet. I defiantly have either the coolest or weirdest uncle ever
My autobiography is now tentatively titled "I'm Fucking the DJ, and Other Ways to Party for Cheap"
I'm not sure which is more depressing, the fact that the hospital is making me put together a living will before surgery, or that all i'll be leaving behind is 25k in student loan debt
I think drinking everclear was a better idea than taking a night class.
The weed is temporarily burning the grammar section of my brain library.
Last week in my political science paper I quoted the Mighty Ducks. This week, I compared the Constitution to a weird pickle law in Connecticut (by law, it's not a pickle unless it bounces). So, yeah, clearly I'm ready to be back to being a college student.
you were holding her above your head singing Circle of Life in what i assume was a Simba reference. then she smacked her head on a bar light and the bouncers kicked you out
HE PEED ON ME. THE MANAGER OF THE BAR.
You sluts I'm so proud of you. You're both wearing underwear.
So I realize somewhere between mildly irritated and outright belligerently pissed is where you are, but as to location, where are you?
Randomize
