I discovered the grieving process is shock, denial, anger...and then something about drinking until you puke on yourself
I just looked at the maps icon on my IPhone and "eR" was typed in the search address bar. I wonder if we ever got there.
We are taking shots for every green Lon-Capa box we get for the homework.
it's 2:30 on a sunday and I just won a wine chugging contest. I'm never graduating.
I was just reelected president of justgotlaidsylvania
The fool I made of myself at the Ugly Christmas Sweater party last night was surpassed this morning when I walk of shamed 6 miles at 7am with one mysterious wet leg and no pants on. I think my mom saw me and waved.
Why does my therapist keep calling when I jerk off?
In that case, if you come anywhere near my house you can expect to be chased down various streets by a half naked me wielding a baseball bat. No, I am not giving you my address.
Why so serious bruh
I woke up knowing I have nowhere to be today except parties and it was glorious and I am so happy
If I could I'd magically teleport drugs and alcohol to you. Like a bad decision fairy.
Note to self, the correct response when a guy tells you he likes you as a person is not "ew"
at one point, you reached into your purse, pulled out a tampon, and proceeded to rub it on your lips like chapstick... that drunk
It was pretty awesome. I drank out of a stein and attempted to dance to dubstep with some older guys in leiderhosen.
This toilet bowl is my home.
I have had flashes of 69ing, a strawberry flavored condom and begging him to sleep naked.
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