Opportunity cost of getting to econ after a night on the town > marginal benefit of attending class
Dude, you were so drunk last night that when we went into subway, you forgot the word for bread.
went from writing my paper to watching obamas speech to crushing beers and singing springsteen in a crowd of 100 within 20 minutes. I love this country
All I remember is running out of the bathroom with one shoe on and the other in my hand. Pretty sure I was yelling as well.
I am burnt. Have a black eye. Face dove into the grass and got pissed on. Time of my life. God Bless the USA.
I petted my head, told my hair it felt beautiful and needed to be let free. Then pulled out my pony tail. Cheers to weed. I lose.
He was twisted. Literally. It's like God took his dick with a pair of pliers and gave it a half twist to the left.
My gut feeling that we had reached a new level of intimacy last night was confirmed early this morning when you sleep farted on penis.
It's not that I even wanna fuck these guys anymore, just cuddle that's all. My conscience has never been so proud.
Adding to the list of things I have said out loud at the bar that I shouldn't have: "I am the yoda of sucking dick"
what do we think the timeline is for when your liver will begin to revolt against your drinking habits?
I forgot to lock the bathroom door. He walked in, saw me on the toliet, nodded, and walked back out.
Between fucking and sleeping I woke up missing four out of five of the earrings I was wearing. It's like a star rating system. I had to give him props.
I was like sure, i'll have a drink or two to end the night early. Next thing i know theres a ton of dudes in my house and like 3 gallons of wine. I cant do anything in moderation.
this periodpocalypse needs to be over. I need head
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