so now that im really awake i see that my underwear are completely ripped down the side, my shorts are on backwards, i have to go get plan b....i call last night an epic fail or success depending on how catholic i am feeling
im shaking like a drug addict and i almost just shat my pants when i sneezed...no more patron for me
Last night must have been awesome, my dog still smells like vomit.
i mean, we fucked on the futon in the garage where his band practices. pretty sure im now obligated to like his band on facebook.
i secretly love the power trip of being their RA & busting these idiots for everything i did as a freshman
Totally using formspring as an incognito way of making sure that girl from last night wasn't jailbait.
You may have noticed the broken smoke detector and melted carpet. We may have accidentally lit a ping pong ball on fire...I'm sorry, but we did our best.
she's doing key bumps of parmesean cheese
dude when I get home wanna help me fulfill my dream of smoking a bowl out of my saxophone?
Well when you get back to your computer, there's a nice explanation of pansexuality on your Skype.
Its been 4 years since I have masturbated this hard. God bless the Olympics!
"Functional." Your standards for how you feel after drinking are so high.
When your night starts by chugging margarita and drinking vodka out of tupperware, I feel it's best to stay realistic.
What happened?
New Orleans
Every time
Acid king. Jackson puked a lot. Promoter booth. Angry security. No acid. Probably a good thing.
there's a giant awkward home-wrecking elephant in the room. and its name is meg.
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