grad school is all the worst parts of undergrad, without the binge drinking and bad decisions to make up for it
lets have sex before this no shave november shit gets outta hand.
the only reason why im excited to go home for break is to finally eat real fucking food and have normal bowel movements.
you kept typing in answers.com, why are the state police calling my house, expecting an answer
Since when does a beard not count as proof of age at the liquor store?
I just cleaned your Jaeger vomit off my car with a knife. Don't ever say I don't love you.
"Guy Time" translaed into 10 shots apiece and me waking up covered in my own blood.
It's nights like those I refer to my life motto: You can't be just friends with someone after you've seen their genitals.
I gasped. Both pairs of lips did.
My life is over. I farted in open court. Noticeably. The judge looked at me. It echoed.
I'm truly not mad that he's at a strip club, it's that he couldn't look far enough into the future to figure out how to get himself home from one
He told me I'm a small core of pure evil wrapped up in sweetness, gold, and puppies. He gets me.
That is beautiful
I mean, it was a fun hookup and he's cute and whatnot, but he wouldn't go down on me. Plus he's a republican. Idk why but those things feel like they go hand in hand.
Ethically, this is the worst thing I've ever done. Financially, however...
You know the rule about how you feel bad for getting food and not offering other people you're around, does that apply when you eat burger king at a strip club?
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