doug butabi!
steve butabi!
hotties wanna shake it
I'm functioning at the level of a challenged walrus.
I don't think going to Relay for Life and painting our faces while everyone stares at us is a sufficent late night after the bars.
I was preparing to do my walk of shame shirtless, but then I found my sweater, wallet and keys neatly piled under a tree in the park.
He just fingered me to the Lion King soundtrack. And when he left he turned dramatically and said "I'll be back after work. Be prepared." Taint ALL the childhood memories.
Pretty sure I just shit out pure stomach acid. I'll explain after you take me to a hospital
Either I'm deep cleaning my apartment out of severe academic procrastination or I'm subconsciously nesting and need to take a pregnancy test.
Halfway through lecture, some kid in the front row threw up IN his hands. Professor held the door for him to carry it out.
"Functional." Your standards for how you feel after drinking are so high.
When your night starts by chugging margarita and drinking vodka out of tupperware, I feel it's best to stay realistic.
We got back from the bar and started watching bizzare foods, which subsequently led to the consumption of large amounts of rancid lunch meat and small insects.
Well, our assistant supervisor caught us on the back stairs...he invited us on a double date with his fiance and him. I guess our job approves of the relationship?
You were trust falling into bushes
I found Erin. She's getting a back massage from the coat check boy and drinking all his whiskey.
I should have known when she said it would be "fun" we'd end up in the hospital
All I remember is being lured out to sit by the fire by you holding a piece of pizza in front of me
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