yeah, i liked him til i heard he had a sac that could apparently smother my face.
I woke up in my own vomit, a chunk of cactus in my thigh, shirtless, with jons mom poking at me with a glass of dr pepper and a talk about god....damn alcohol
tonight, alcohol would be proud of us
theres a kid face down in the middle of campus... people are going about their day and paying no attention to him
Admittedly shitfaced... I have two questions. 1)why is the fan in my bathroom on? (Sub-text: is there a ghost?). 2) is your underwear really argyle?
I mean, I introduced myself as "the after party". I think he knew early in the night he was in for a bangathon.
Its perfect, I supply the pot she makes the brownies. I love the culinary dept.
If anybody had to puke on my shoes, I'm glad it was you.
I have a black eye again and dont know why again
Fireball goes down like mother's milk. Btw your housemate is naked
pesky things like morals, self-preservation and cowardice are not needed. overkill is nothing but a word. there will be blood.
So, I actually said the words "but face tattoos are sexy"
well my apartment and my life are still a disaster but I did clean off my desk so that's gotta count for something...
So I wake up to my ex girlfriends underwear hanging from the ceiling fan and the only thing i can think of is "what time is the game"
I have a dinner date combo blowjob event with Tristan tonight.
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