things it involved: vodka, boy parts, possible photos of me on a cell phone. things it did NOT involve last night: my bra, his pants, and sobriety.
We named our saturday intramural dodgeball team "we're hungover". Pretty much just an excuse to fuel my alcoholism on friday nights.
On a scale of one to america, how free are you this weekend?
asked the girl next to us on line to take a picture of us and she shared her bacardi. i love white people.
no one was sober enough to set up jenga so we just threw the pieces at the last person to drink
If you asked me 10 years ago where I thought I'd be today, I can pretty much guarantee I wouldn't have replied with "buying hemorrhoid cream on Bourbon St at 7am"
Something about being drunk at 1pm chasing seagulls on the beach while it's raining is very calming
Dude it's SB. It's a proven fact that all you need to survive on is beer, weed, chips and maybe some amphetamines
That guy is like a clown car of sexy. Just when I think I've seen it all, THERE'S MORE.
AND SOME IN THE TRUNK.
You think you know everything because you're wearing a sweater
In the future, could you not call me 'bro' while we're having sex?
Came home from this girls horse at 6am to find a guy lighting off roman candles in front of my door. Best walk of fame I've ever had.
My fucking earlobe is bruised what the hell
He goes from zero to fucking up in 2.4 drinks. Like the sportscar of bad decision making.
The amount of guys I've turned down for you is disgusting... You better love me.
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