Last night was so much fun. i kept trying to lick everyone
I woke up to somebody tossing my salad... I should have drank more
Ed hardy stationary at walmart. I'm betting snookie wishes she knew how to write
When you went through airport security you asked if the could check if a baby was in there. That drunk.
I don't know. I guess at the end of the day I wanted taco bell more than a boyfriend.
Totally get that.
The working title of my paper? "Tailgating: A Big Clusterfuck of Kids Who Dont Actually Give a Shit about Football"
I blacked out after the shots of canned lobster bisque.
You should see the damage i did to the apartment last night. So many broken things and butter sticks stuck to windows.No memorys
If this week is any indication of my life here I've got to get out ASAP. My liver can't hack it.
I need a therapist, but moreover we are going to be really drunk.
Me too it's so nice. Debated studying out there but woulda been 90% babe-watching 5% flexing 3% studying and 2% talkin my boners down.
You came over, called every girl Comrade Heather, and then declared that you were an Eagle, and we were your young.
So all in all, a good night.
Was having relations of the behind variety with my girlfriend. Based on where we were at I could see myself in the bathroom mirror. You know I did the Patrick Bateman point and wink at the mirror and turned on sissudio by Phil Collins.
Woke up, bank account is empty. Sock is still full of blood. Nothing in my pockets but a wireless mic and jenga pieces.
um care to explain the stolen chinchila under greg's bed..i'd be fine with it if it wasnt chewing up the stash
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