I discovered the grieving process is shock, denial, anger...and then something about drinking until you puke on yourself
Let's just say for some reason we thought it was okay to make a burrito smoothie.
Only your vagina holds the key to what happened last night.
we came up with a wnba drinking game. take a shot every play that you could've done better. won't make it through 1st quartar
If after tonight I can still walk on my own, take me to another bar.
I dove into a random van at the bar as the door was closing and ended up at some house with people I've never met in my life dancing in a basement
I found him with a guitar and his kitten in his room. He was singing a song he'd titled "you're a cat". Guess what most of the lyrics were...
I am in my freshman residence hall trying to convince an Asian man to give me my pants back. Never. Drinking. Again.
You kept yelling "wood grain wheel" and grinding on fat chicks.
The hell is wrong with me
"willing to pay anyone fun whos willing to hang out and laugh at my jokes while my friends are MIA" is this to desperate?
She was eating leaves off of trees and saying it was salad, and even told a guy in passing that her favorite color was plaid.
Would you like season tickets to my vagina?
I miss the days where our biggest worries were who was gonna win battle shits.
I'm pretty sure my munchies are the only reason Good and Plenty is still around
i was really depressed when i left the health dept this morning after i had to write a higher number next to "partners" than "age"
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