dear life, i get it, drinking is not a contest
dude on moped wearing crocs...somebody get this guy his man card back
about to play the homeward bound drinking game. alone. what are you doing tonight?
He introduced himself to me as "the gayest gay who ever gayed." I like him already.
Sophomore year, I fucked on your desk chair. I'm sorry. I love you.
Haha its ok. When we got back you sat in the car and attempted to tell me in sign language you were blacked out lol
i was laying in her brothers bed, in his old room. and i kept getting the chills. i didn't know if it was a draft or the ghosts of BJ's past.
Ya, found out why there were rat traps in my bed. Guess I pissed in Sams room so he went to the store and got them and put them on my bed and put tabasco in his humidifier and put it in my room
And theres a reasonable expectation that if you're fighting over a pair of yoga pants on the ground at VS someones gonna videotape it
According to this USDA thing I just read, I should either get upper respiratory issues or begin to bleed from my nose and mouth.
After seeing how much you are able to funnel in a night, I am 90% sure your blood is pure gin.
He wanted to bang in the work van while we were on shift together. He convinced me with "It's like the Scooby Doo van but looks nothing like the Scooby Doo van."
I thought I came here to hook up, not for a Study Abroad 101 session
you can see where the duct tape was on my nipple
Did you finish that presentation yet?
No but don’t worry about it. I do my best work in the middle of the night. I’m like a hamster.
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