To answer your question of whether I "went back," tits just informed me I was kicked out for falling off my barstool and passing out on the floor...
So when exactly did I get naked and makeout with the statue?
do you ever just like the smell of your farts?
At what point in time did you decide the pot head with Taco Bell was more important than all your friends.
At about the same time you guys weren't burritos.
Apparently faking a threesome isn't as much fun as you'd think
oh no you fucking didn't eat my mac and cheese you cunt
When I find myself drinking from a boot I just go with it and refuse to ask why.
Our Icelandic basketball player brought cocaine and rachael is screaming that he should do lines off her stomach. It's that kind of party
she tried to deny peeing on the floor last night. she said she wouldn't make it to the bathroom only to pee on the floor
oh but she would
It's ok, I like adventure. Just ask my vagina.
It's titled "A countdown to death. A psychological look at the downward spiral of actress Lindsay Lohan and her inevitable Hollywood demise" This dissertation is genius. Not a single sober moment for either Lindsay or myself. Good stuff!
Oh my god he's laying on a longboard singing the song from cool runnings.
Drinking wine from a straw at 6:15 in the morning. This is what college does to people.
I need to thank someone for this kid's penis.
Three times. Three times I left home yesterday in search for sex, and three times I returned un-orgasmed.
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