well it doesn't count as a walk of shame if he drops you off at your class in his golf cart
Every fourth of July I get sentimental when I think back to the one where we drove around baked off our asses crashing multiple cookouts listening to Team America's "America, Fuck Yea" on repeat. I miss us.
I'm naked and wearing a cowbell.i love med school.
You screamed "there will be blood" and punched some random guy in the face. So no, we can't go back to that bar.
I hurt so much. Not in the emotional way, but in the I went to dive bars sorta way.
Dad was on the deck drinking straight bourbon. He stopped, puked on his feet, and then continued drinking and talking about compound interest.
Can we just talk about how awesome I am. I just slept with a new guy while listening to the previous guys bands cd.
So I'm sitting here baked on a bridge thinking about how plants think, I miss you so much
I just remembered you petting my nose last night to help the cocaine 'sink in'. I don't think that's how it works
The only joy I have here is being able to shit with the door open.
The bar tender had his entire hand down your asscrack.
I forgot about that. I was in MULTIPLE dimensions.
Nothing like sitting at your midterm pissed at yourself because you put your graphing calculator batteries in your vibrator and forgot to put them back in before the exam 😑
It was somewhere in between an airport security patdown and a medical examination. No groping or squeezing, just brief pokes and pats.
The dentist walked in on me trying to bottle some laughing gas to take home with me. That high.
wait you like me?? for my personality??
I know I was surprised too
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