You know it's time to leave Spain when you are back and forth between Skype and a Spanish dictionary trying to figure out out to say "I can still smell you on my skin."
flashcards smell like vodka and my textbook is in the toilet. ready for the final
Next thing I know we're all standing in the kitchen holding hands and thanking God for the beer.
Taking shots out of pine wood derby trophiesssssss. best idea ever.
He texted me for a bootycall at 2:00am so I rolled outta bed and shaved my legs but then he decided he wasn't coming over...he lost his bootycall privileges
2nd night home for break and we had to call the fire department to keep the house from burning down. At this rate I'll be lucky to see you next semester.
More likely there's a very shell-shocked cat wandering around somewhere, covered in potato peelings
In your defense, I really thought capturing that alligator would have been a lot more awesome and a lot less tragic.
RIP Mr Bojangles.
I need a gatorade, my back cracked, my crimper, my shot glass, a sock of rice and an explanation.
You did this to yourself.
And our DD is passed out in the bathtub with the curtain closed. What happened tonight
Every time I start to think he's just not worth the trouble, he puts his face down there and I wanna buy him a car
STOP PUTTING PICTURES OF JONAH HILL IN MY KITCHEN CABINETS!
he was snoring so I have him a bj to wake him up and then told him he had to leave.
I refuse to take any type of advice let alone love advice from a motherfucker who is missing 3 fingers from a Fucked up masturbating accident.
I didn’t say it was classy, I said it was sexy
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