wait one more day. tuesday is my official "i hit on you and/or we hooked up this weekend" friend request day.
I'm finding that as the end of the quarter approaches, the list of things I refuse to do sober keeps getting longer.
by the end of the night two people were passed out at the table, three on the couches, and one in the bathroom. it looked like someone pumped sleeping gas into the middle of a dinner party.
I can promise you that this new years eve will rival the one from senior year when we got that exchange student deported.
Telling someone to make good decisions on a Thursday is like telling Santa to be Jewish.
a pizza costume came into my possession last night. needless to say i showed up to his house wearing only the pizza, shouting "delivery" into his window.
He's a loser but she says we just don't see the good stuff about him. It's like she's dating the Charlie Brown Christmas Tree.
You know you're too drunk when you start calling people out for unfollowing you on social networks.
When confronted with a choice of going home or fucking the band ALWAYS FUCK THE BAND!!
Just did body shot off a midget. Pretty good start.
All boys are excommunicated from my vagina until further notice.
I'm just hitting the tip of the iceberg on accents for this trip...so basically my panties are done for.
Its that time in the evening when I've had a few cocktails and wish you'd make a video about the packers and Jack Daniels.
I cant promise hot guys but i can promise alcohol which is close enough.
You went after him with a sword while screaming “FAJITAS!”. And Todd was dressed as a Goth for some reason
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