i'm dressed up like the coppertone baby and being hit on a guy in a monk costume. the irony is not lost on me.
Its a long story, but I have superglue on my tongue
We just saw him running from campus police a few minutes ago. So no, I don't think he's still passed out on the quad.
you just kept saying 'take out my tanks' and tell the cab driver to go slower, i have no idea what you were talking about but i'm glad you had fun.
i'm sitting in the second floor bathroom drinking coronas in the shower. do not find me.
I'm ultimately at thr Shariton to drink and ppssibly puke on fancy shit. Thats my story and Im sticking to it.
I had a dream last night where I used the marginal product rule to figure out how much more hangover I got per sip of four loko, econ is taking over my life...
I blacked out for most of the day but apparently I still met with my prof. I made notes...
I just encountered the same creepy guy I showed you, he jumped inside the dumpster screaming.
I'm not sure what step "make amends" is, but my phone is on
I was packing a bowl naked and her dog just stared at me with pure rage
Literally every boy I've dated is now in a somewhat successful band. My vagina has obviously been blessed by the rock gods.
I'm fucking blazing boy. 5hr weed sauce kicked in and my entire face feels like an 8ball of gold bond flying down a mountain of Fresh powder. Just gliding.
You cuddled up under the blanket because you said it smelled like Santa and vodka.
i think we sleep fucked last night...
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