Paul doesn't remember going to the bar and slept on someone's porch...doesn't know whose porch...maybe near Howard U.
He said we were driving the golf cart through the woods screaming 'iceroad truckers' for four hours in the dark
and that's how I found out my dad doesn't believe in towels... holiday magic.
even if everyone didnt know them screaming eskimo brothers and high fiveing over my head kinda gave it away
He said if I stayed the night he'd take me to church in the morning.
Vodka and Eggs at 9:30AM = thank you, America.
ive come to the point where weve hung out more times sober than drunk. i think im growing up. fuck.
he got everyone in a room, turned off the lights and started throwing knives at the wall. if you got hit, you had to drink...
We legit stopped the the game so that Jamie and I could throw up in the bushes, and then continue to play intramurals... this is what my life is coming to1
you kept saying "i will not *breathe* regret this *breathe* in the morning *breathe* i just gotta remember *breathe* to BREATHE"
he may or may not have motorboated me on the steps of the library of congress
i think i just asked a donut if it was ok
Um ... did I have a lizard on my shoulder last night at the bar?
Dude the little bong I just got fits nicely in the cup holder in my car. The gods approve of my habits.
I just twinged a muscle in my shoulder trying to hug myself. In the world of loneliness-based injuries, this is a new low for me.
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