Conclusion from last night: Sometimes being classy isn't as fun as making out with a guy on a pooltable in a bar. Happy birthday, Canada.
there was a trapeze. enough said
that girl looks like she smells like hot dog water...
That's the great thing about NY, if you pee your dress you have an entire cab ride to air dry your panties before the next club.
Just sold this kid "Magic Furry Apples". He is way to high to figure out they are just peaches.
At least he's a nutritious stoner...
i am too hungover to go to class can you just call me and put it on speaker phone
Someone shattered a urinal.
haha she has always seemed a little off. when i met her i was told she was the queen slut. and she had a crown on at the time. it seemed appropriate.
All I can remember is being told by a guy named Kyle to stay in the corner until the cops left. Then waking up on a porch outlined in beer cans 8 blocks from my house. Pregaming for college.
I pretty much envision me eating a turkey leg whilst fucking you. I have priorities.
See, thats where im at with my life, welcome to the slut yaht we will be cruising comfortably all summer at an extremely drunken relaxing pace S.S. Slut Bucket
So update from last night: I made friends with a coke dealer, I tore the card scanner off the wall of my dorm, and I passed out on our bathroom counter with my head in the sink.
Just tell your mom you have to go somewhere half naked with a strange man. She'll understand
THIS IS NOT A LAUGHING MATTER, CAITLIN. MY PARENTS ARE FUCKING. LOUDLY.
Being high is definitely not the perfect addition to this family dinner. No. My grandma trips me the fuck out.
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