i need an iv and a liver transplant
i've decided that sluttiness is like a disease, it can lay dormant in you for years and then one day you go to college and with all the booze and drugs and boys and time on your hands symptoms begin to show then one day BAM you're a huge slut. it's like how izzie had skin cancer and it grew into brain cancer.
Can you please tell me why there's a bottle of urine on my night stand with a note that says "in case you're thirsty in the morning"? Thanks.
I can't ever handle being "that girl" again. At least not until next semester.
Found a barbie with nipples. Life is complete.
And then I interrupted the father of the groom, to ask if she was "ballet or pole" in the middle of his story about his niece, the dancer.
she showed up with nothing but olive garden breadsticks in her purse.
We are not in the same countries and I heard about your hook up last night BEFORE you.
But don't worry I didn't actually get stitches, although according to the health center I probably should have
Wrestling for my wallet turned into us almost having sex in the middle of the hallway
We have a lot of substance abuse to do tomorrow its sleep time
He's slurring his text. I didn't think that was possible.
Would it be sad if I made a blanket fort to get drunk in till the power came back?
When we get drunk one of us ends up running off and fucking someone in an inappropriate place, like the roof of the restaurant, or Greece, while the other convinces people not to worry and not to go looking. That good sir is a real mother fucking friendship.
Thats what I'm talking about
I'm currently drunk proofing my room
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