I've come to the conclusion that as a grad student I would much rather prefer to get laid then get drunk
I think you know full well that a few years ago my stance was the polar opposite
he wanted me to dress up like someone from lord of the rings. I dumped him.
I've had a Margarita with salt, but I have to say I was impressed by the Stoli and Sprite rimmed with adderall
My vag wants to play a game of hungry hungry hippos with your cock.
i find it sad that i can no longer sit in the back of class for fear that someone will fart into the heater again.
I seriously dont think i have ever ridden a horse sober.
that was you who tried to jump in front of my car in the monkey suit wasnt it
ever have one of those nights where you feel like you should leave the house with your insurance card? that is tonight, my friend.
Seriously, come get him. He's not even a person anymore. He's a loud, drunk, cock-blocking wrecking ball.
They need 20 oz Capri suns with liquor. Douches need to grow up with their clients
BING! You are now free to move about my panties. He just left for work.
Well five day drinking adventure in appreciation of cinco de drinko under the belt, great way to start may
Listen, I bought the coke that got us those free drinks, okay? Show some respect.
My favorite bra is missing and I smell like beer and bad decisions. This is definitely a sign that hoe mode is activated.
Now i know i wasnt that drunk... So why are there texts of me volunteering for a nude photo shoot for an art major student?
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