Let's make love on the newspapers that declare financial doomsday
My recently uploaded pictures to facebook: Me partying on Beale St. with a single girl on each arm. Ex's recently upload pictures: Several pictures of cats. I win.
I discovered the grieving process is shock, denial, anger...and then something about drinking until you puke on yourself
I just turned in a 4 page paper spelling absolute as "absolut" every single time. I'm an alcoholic
Somebody spraypainted a transformers head on a transformer box..my life is complete
don't you miss freshman year when you could get away with "but i've never given a bj before..."
The kid that passed out is still in the bathtub filled with ice and the empties
Maybe it's the vicodin, but all I wanna do is hunt wild hogs.
I'm in Starbucks carrying the boxes wine and the hubcap. So many judging looks.
I'm going to try to ignore the homoerotic subtext in that last question...
Btw I'm currently writing a paper in a beer garden. Be proud.
They sleep with other people as long as there is no oral. Logic and reason were thrown out the window a long time ago with them.
Once the overwhelming "oh god my crotch is on fire" wears off, that excite stuff is really nice
I love you. Doing a double. Going to die. It will be painful. Let the world know i partied. God, did i party.
it was a 'fall asleep on the bathroom floor after puking bc the cold tile is legit more comfortable than your bed' kind of night.
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