We may or may not have a drunk cat on our hands.
whatever sunny in Philadelphia does on Thursday nights, I'm doing all weekend.
you told me to make out with him to promote the social success of the sorority
Do you think my parents will accept my drinking habits more if I told them I like to drink every night because I take good shits the next morning?
I just realized. my grades aren't ready for st patties day...
So the doctor told me that I am starting to showing the early signs of liver cirrhosis. Thank you Jack Daniels for making the first 26 years of my life awesome.
I'm sorry but that single bed couldn't hold all five of us, especially with those boobs.
We ended not having sex. I didn't want to explain that I was wearing a Unitard because all my socks and underwear were dirty.
We fucked then made friendship bracelets, his mother taught him right!
Told her my spirit animal was the spread eagle. Now that's my name in her phone.
I had a dream about that dude. It was the first time I had a dream about him since the tryst.
The tryst?
The hookup. I like using sophisticated words for my foolish decisions. Makes me retain some dignity.
Tackling and headbutting friends, running away and hiding from everyone, attempting to streak across campus, and then waking up with no sign of a hangover... happy 21 to me
Yeah plus that night got so disgusting it's basically a repressed memory anyway
I think I just read the whole internet. Front to back.
i forgot how loud opening a beer is in a house where your not allowed to drink
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