I am good. I dancing. Drinking but dancing fine.
Most awkward thing ever: Meeting your BattleShits opponent post war.
i've decided that sluts are like cars. they may look good as hell on the outside, but you never know what kind of shit is hiding under the hood.
I mean I'm forever immortalized as the one who puked in his dad's straw hat.
Upside of a two-day migraine: thanks to a prominent "E" in the middle of every pill, I think we can totally pass off Excedrine Migraine as ecstasy to stupid, drunk freshman. This is totally going to happen. That entrepreneurship course is paying off.
All you have to drink is moonshine and ranch. This is bullshit.
Josh has a goal of being naked in every RAs room this year. He's already 3/11.
I want to preface this by saying nothing happened, nothing is on fire. It is mere speculation. Do we have a fire extinguisher?
you fail at everything in life besides blacking out
I've replaced you with thin mints and masturbation
So I should just walk in, look him in the eye and say, "I just came to fuck your brother, nice to meet you" and just walk to your room.
How bad was it?
Stopped drinking Sunday, hungover on Tuesday bad.
Hungover on St. Patrick's Day. I did this backwards.
I woke up with a pillow, shampoo and a plant in my fridge. Eggs in the toilet, and I was wearing three pairs of girls underwear. What happened last night
I dont know which is weirder.. the fact that i just watched our mom kick ass at beer pong and ride the pole like a true fire girl or the fact that ive never felt closer to her in my life.
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