I feel like I should I write an apology note to the frat for falling down stairs, passing out on the couch, and chugging the entire bottle of burnetts at semiforml last weekend. Apparently I was the main topic of discussion at their chapter meeting last night.
This is one of those situations that make me think to myself "what life decision did I make to get here"
well seeing as i got a call at 5 am from the hotel manager telling me my cousin was passed out on the lobby floor...not good
The trip involved octopus tentacles coming from the little holes in my TV's speakers. The beauty of the nonexistant symbolism had me in tears.
The sad thing is; I'm getting used to walking around feeling like I could hurl at any minute.
You were saying you didn't want to go home and insisted that I drop you guys off at your uncles. That's how you ended up sleeping on a porch with two dudes
Finally washing the shoe scuff marks off my front windshield :( bye bye memories
I'm gonna give the beer pong table a viking pyre funeral at the bon fire.
I need more than 2 fuckable people this is an outrage
someone commented on last weekends photos impressed that so many homeless people wanted to take pictures with us. weird that those "homeless people" are our friends... right?
A bitchslap is in order.
You were laying on the floor coloring a "get well soon' card for your liver...
What are you, a fucking toaster ?
He’s like an awkward walking penis that has a personality attached
I'm a delicate orchid of a man.
Blossoming into a fierce dragon.
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