So at this point...I'm sure you heard the story about Saturday night
I stayed up for an hour trying to make my room stop spinning and then I realized it was bc my fan was on
just took a shot of real whiskey... i forgot what it's like to drink liquor that costs more than twelve dollars.
He just helps fat girls get exercise. One walk of shame at a time.
Idgaf if he's a manwhore, he's like the mt. everest of penises. howcan I NOT try to put that inside me?
Puked up what appears to be battery acid next to the treadmill. Everyone noticed.
Seriously, it sounds like someone is torturing a dozen cats inside a Japanese techno club while a jamaican yells random hipster words through a megaphone.
We should probably go now, otherwise the whores will descend.
You came over, called every girl Comrade Heather, and then declared that you were an Eagle, and we were your young.
So all in all, a good night.
Is a 'Dr. Willy Fister Gynecologist' costume appropriate for work?
I feel like our lives always have been and always will be a never ending drunken rampage full of pregnancy scares and lost brain cells
Classic dick move. Breaking up your buddies 3-some by coming into his room and doing the Harlem Shake.
She's not a foreskin expert like you
I may not be his cup of tea, but I bet I'm his 10th shot of tequila
My school has hired a professional rum bottle juggler for our dining hall this evening.
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