google image searching george stephanopoulos at 1 AM on a saturday night...once again
even the sluttiest version of myself will not go down on him
and I didnt even know his name until this morning when we were laying in bed and he referred to himself in the 3rd person.
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.
I took my vicodin with tequila. I can FEEL gravity...
i have my graded calc test (94%) sitting on my empty case of beer next to my desk. this is me winning at college.
How much did you drink?
Enough to be hungover and still think roller coasters were a good idea
I look like a bag of dicks so if you could ugly yourself up that'd be great.
Didn't get carded at the bar. We're getting wasted and then walking over to Bass Pro Shops to watch the indoor ducks swim around. And possibly buying a tent.
By talk him into it I assume you mean blow him into it.
Yeah plus that night got so disgusting it's basically a repressed memory anyway
If I'm going to keep blacking out this much I need to start taking more pictures.
Just showed my drunk fiancé where I got circumcised, she's been crying for twenty minutes.
The Olympian is in my bed
TRY TO UNDERSTAND I HAVE MAGIC POWERS HOLY FUCKING SHIT
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