I dont kno what was worse. Waking up 2 a guy next to me thinking I got blackout or realizing it was your boyfriend.
Theres puke in my trash can and spilled beer next to my bed... come get your girlfriend
my brother is so whacked out on percocet from hurting his legs that he started crying because his belly button was so cute
shit I'm tired of wearing other peoples clothes to bed
you go from almost hooking up with the hottest guy at the party, to going home with your ex....how is that even mathematically possible
His roomates just started party boying me. He stood there with the look of horror on his face.
we used the bottom of a tampon for coke since no one had a 20 on them. My life has resisted to this.
Uh, do you remember who's thong is in my tree?
There are too many people on this bus for it to be even REMOTELY okay that I'm wearing a puke covered sweater
using the campers leftover pizza money at the bar. Definition of great counselors right here.
Why does every bad decision I make wind up having 1000 likes on YouTube?
So I'm pretty sure I told every one at the party that "I'm going to fuck my pillow pets tonight?"
There I was, puking into the toilet, and he was rubbing my feet, buck naked. I feel like a drunk Disney princess.
I never imagine I'd say this, but can I ask Jeff for the butt plugs back even though it was a gift and we broke up?
I want to create a human. Discussion later.
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