I wish i knew how bad drinking and hieghts were before i got up here
Woke up in an unfamiliar basement in a sleeping bag with Matt to a police officer shining his flashlight in my eyes and asking me my birth date and social security number. My morning went swimmingly.
I'm on page 4.
Im on beer infinity
how the hell did u puke all over the magazines... do u still want me to keep them
More importantly, he hasn't caught an STD yet. I mean I'd say it's luck, but at this point it has to be skill.
I think i lit a firework with a joint. happy birthday, america?
I lost it last night. That was humiliating. Cincinnati is now covered in my puke.
You don't take my phone while I'm passed out, have a three hour conversation on it with Dealer Dave, set up a date with him and NOT TELL HIM THAT HE'S NOT TALKING TO ME.
walking back to the dorm.. she is flashing evryone, demanding beads. we tried to stop her and now she just keeps yelling "Bourbon st bitchesss"... you get her tomorrow
I can't talk to her. I know entirely too much about her genitals to hold a conversation without mentioning them.
Accidentally hit on the same girl twice at the bar, she give me her number both times though so I think its cool.
you are dancing on the line between undergrad and alcoholic.
First of all you can never say anal too much. Second I now think you're a total gentleman.
Rarely has that paragraph ever been put together
You know it's bad when I'm eating a cold chicken breast alone in bed 😕
I often wonder if we’re introverted extroverts, but I don’t think so. I think we’re just easily tired scumbags
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