I think I'm going to start texting all the people that don't want to talk to me
like in an apt above a crackhead. A LEGIT CRACKHEAD. he woke me up every morning this week asking me if I wanted to buy a mini fridge and some CDs. at 5 am. EVERY DAY.
Things got a little weird when he fired up his homemade flamethrower in the living room.
I have no idea. Next thing I know we're all down on one knee saying the pledge of allegiance and then singing I'm Proud to be an American. Then Trevor ate pizza off the sidewalk.
We're playing a drinking game to 'how to train your dragon'. has it really come to this?
Hefty paycheck and not get wasted can't exist in the same night
My lecture teach is passed out next to me. I think I'm doing pretty good for a freshman.
I'm gonna have sex with my clothes on and I'll know everyone there so I'll be in my comfort zone
hot boxing the bathroom at chili's. where the fuck are you, it's too big of a box for just one person.
I walking on her passed out on her bed, clutching a burrito and the walking dead dvd on replay.
"Grocery shopping" is really just a euphemism for spending $20 on enough frozen food to last 2 weeks and spending the rest of your viable paycheck on alcohol.
I think I was the only one who knew you were acting like you weren't drunk in public issues discussion this morning. Make sure you thank me in your Academy Award Speech someday.
I think it really helped to be hungover at accepted students day. it gave me a good feel for how it would be everyday if I go there.
not sure what stings more, my ass or my pride...
please tell me he didn't just scream 'i am the yiff lord' at the cops
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