the mandatory saturday morning class for those written up by RA's turned into a gold mine...just met EVERY hot chick that parties.
Last night was epic. Hooked up with Emma Watson, found twenty bucks, and then passed out on my floor.
No you didn't. You drank unbelievable amounts of 151, passed out in someone else's bathroom, and we carried you back to your floor. Nice dreams though.
Hookup with hot guy from gym, check. Wake up to find he's peed in my closet, double check.
well.. I tried flushing my sandals down the toilet
She is singing the swedish chef song and throwing utensils. I love this place
I'm just saying, margarita tuesday would turn anyone gay.
All I remember is passing out with an umbrella over my head and waking up screaming bad luck for seven years
Koalas always seemed like really high little puppy kittens to me.
Hah I guess I sent that to like ten people, along with another one of me sitting in a bath tub eating an ice cream sandwich.
Nothing like cleaning out your cleavage from lunch, finding cookie crumbs and eating them...
someone needs to name a hurricane after you
If you don't believe in my fighting skills, I don't know if we can be together
Sundays were made for eating Ramen pantless in bed.
If you don't respond in the next 30min, I'm going to assume your in a sex coma, in jail, or dead... All of which I've become accustomed to, and will follow the appropriate channels of notification once you notify me.
After dropping your phone on the ground you got down and sat with it, kissed it and apologized for being so mean
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