Nope, Im Irish and pissed with some drunk mixed in...therefore punching things is the best solution to every problem.
I just single handedly caused ferngully by printing the wrong 900 page document
def just vomited mimosa in the gym trashcan. i weigh less already so i say its been a solid workout.
nyquil sex gave me 6 orgasms so I support that
I need to talk about my life with someone. Preferably with someone who hasn't tried to jizz on me
I had to call maintenance to come unclog the toilet.
Something to remember me by.
THEY WONT LEYT ME IN AND I REALLY NEED SOME FRUIT
Talking to a male stripper. About the LSAT. Only in Vegas.
Jello bowls to the fucking face, that or ramen spiked with liq. Those are the only options in this house.
You leave me no choice. Your vagina is grounded. It can just sit there and think about what it's done.
If you take a couple more shots you won't even know he's a mormon that drives a mini van.
Just got back from the tanning beds. I'm a lobster. I fear for the safety of my nipples falling off.
I keep getting the feeling him and his friends are hilarious and we should drink whiskey together forever
So, what my linguistics project should really be called is "I happen to sleep/makeout with a lot of bilinguals and am now using them to help me graduate"
So high that I just walked into class, late, sat down in my desk, and tried to buckle my seatbelt.
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