I've come to the conclusion that as a grad student I would much rather prefer to get laid then get drunk
I think you know full well that a few years ago my stance was the polar opposite
She wanted to watch a Baby Einstein DVD while we fucked. I'm pretty open minded but that felt a little creepy.
my neighbors garage sale is really cutting into the time of day when i can smoke weed on my deck.
it tasted disgusting. but i pretty much drank it in the name of science, and free alcohol
we're on our way back. she tried to pants the waiter again.
We eventually had to ration the melon vodka. 10 pushups per shot. THATS why my arms hurt
He has an intense fear that my cat will attack his balls while we're fucking
You were throwing up and said, "Whipe my face, I must look presentable at all times."
I could study for finals and ace all my tests but wheres the fun in that? id rather black out and hope for the best
Feels like someone put a cigar out where my butthole used to live
There is always the bar, but 2 30 on a Tuesday just screams alcoholism
This whole quitting my bad habits all at once is really messing with my ability to function.
I'm drunk still and I cried and now I'm watching Whitney Houston singing the national anthem and I'm crying more
on a scale of one to ten where does vomming from being hungover during a professionalism lecture fit
Double-fisting ice cream and wine. Do not send help.
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