so last night was fun and all.. but you might want to get tested
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.
I want to poop on a bird, just to show them what it's like.
Every now and then I'll talk to a creeper for an extended amount of time. Randy, for instance, funded our entire night of horrible decisions.
I can hear my fat mexican neighbor yelling "do you like that!" ...I hope its not his dog
I just couldn't help myself when there was a FOUNTAIN OF SHOTS
I hope the doctor doesnt lift up and my shirt and listen to my lungs. I dont want to explain why I have rug burns on my back.
professor came back from spring break missing a tooth
currently shading my boobs to make it look like i have mass cleavage...thanks art school
Last thing i remember is pounding jager and puking in that nerds george foreman grill. Then i wake up this morning with some random tooth brush in my mouth
We finally have the house to ourselves and your out playing Lance Fucking Armstrong
Did I seriously kick a door down last night... And if so when where and how hard, cause that shit I do not recall.
I've found my spirit animal. I'm a Snapple bottle. If you take my top off I'll tell you a fact about science.
Did you just tell me you watch cartoon porn because it's more real?
It was a great party. People were literally still doing shots and playing drunk Jenga at 6am...
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