I was just at the urinal, started to go, then farted, then said oh yea out loud, then heard someone move in the stall behind me
Nothing gets me like the O.C. theme song does.
It's weekends like this that make it obvious why we have to pay to come to college.
Some guy said that sham wows were the same as regular shammys. needless to say you had to be restrained. you kept trying to 'slap chop' him.
Like if I don't roll around in my puke, the night will be a failure.
But you wanna know what the sadest part is? I had to smoke on the way back home cause my mom would be suspicious if I wasn't high after I was supposedly hanging out with you.
Ok see being that I'm not present or participating your vague texts "neeeeed that" and "vagina" leave a lot to question.
Then he wanted a handjob in the car. While my cousin was driving. To krispy kreme. And there was someone else in the backseat.
Jesus...So southern.
He's like Medusa, you can't look directly into his eyes or you'll turn into a slut.
One my way home. There was too much fog, strobe lights, and cocaine for my taste.
YES. YOU ARE GOING TO HAVE SEX WITH ME WHILE I SING LES MIS.
who started the 'put a scrunchy' around his balls' game?
It's like a harem of immaturity and bad ideas...and that's coming from me
If it makes you feel any better they literally are drinking alcohol out of a toilet. They are serving drinks out of a nasty ass toilet...!
Two questions: is there going to be a bathroom at this party, and can we fuck in it. This will define whether or not I enjoy going to parties with you.
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