I'm going to an arts college, I live next to the frat houses, and my room number is 420. god has plans for me and I couldn't be happier.
NC is no longer selling 190 proof Everclear. We are officially no longer the greatest state.
Literally been drinking for 10 hours. Hammered. Roasted chestnuts fell out of my shirt earlier.
There are lots of gay asians. This is better than i was expecting
I'm sitting in front of a fan naked drinking Gatorade. Motherfucking hangover probs
You should have totally come, I started watering down vodka with cider. I have lost the sense of taste.
We poured some Korbel out for our homie Dick Clark.
He wants to tie me naked and spread out on his table, press a vibrator to my clit and feed me ice cream.
That is my stoner wet dream!
Why does 2015 have to start with so many regrets?
We both fell asleep mid-handjob and he continued to call it "handjob halftime".
We share an apartment, weed and genitals. It's called being practical not in love.
After we hooked up he started to cry and called his mom and told her he wanted to marry me
So the bar crawl I'm on is a "90s bar crawl" and I made the joke about a few overweight girls that "lack of concern for your weight is so 90s" it did not end well
I woke up in his closet, with my shirt inside out and backwards, Rolos in my hand, a tortilla with a face carved into it stuck to the fridge with a magnet, a homemade bong next to the bed, and the door off the hinges... I need a chaperone.
I gave Sophia a glitter bomb for Christmas. And before you ask is because she pooped in my cat litter box and then drank all my liquor and didn't pay me back and refuses to acknowledge that she had any wrongdoing. So she gets to clean up glitter for the next 10 years.
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