Let's just say there is a bloody hand print above my bed and it's not mine. Literally.
Today I realized that I've had whole drunk relationships with people. And sober me has and wants no part in it.
it's gonna be a chat room kind of night
my underwear are soaked with white zifandel yet i have continued to wear them despite the fact im at home
Just met someone from Jersey. No fist pumps or jagerbombs. Kind of disappointed...
he's drinking at 8 in the morning. it's going to be one of those "or else the terrorists have won" kinda days
Are my feet made of real feet?
Wouldn't it be fantastic if the corporate world cared less about about our GPA and focused more on our mastery of social drunkenness?
Hey, is this going to be a real date, or am I just meeting you at a hotel to have sex in the bathroom? Given our history, I think it's a fair question.
I'm convinced my penis is the only thing holding this relationship together.
A gentleman never tells..... therefore i will neither confirm nor deny the attatched photos
It feels like you stuck your dick in a fire and then branded the inside of me.
There is blood on the door to my room, I have to go to sleep
All I know is that every time I looked at my glass it was full again and I thought it would be rude not to drink it
I hooked up with a sophomore, passed out at midnight, and apparently drunkenly peed on Nicole's wedding invitation
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