I've come to the conclusion that as a grad student I would much rather prefer to get laid then get drunk
I think you know full well that a few years ago my stance was the polar opposite
Making pb&j crepes. Using corn tortillas. So high. I don't know if I'm offending French people or Mexican people more.
You did a jig for the bouncer when you saw him. Just reminding you.
UPDATE: WE WILL BE HITTING THE BATMAN PINATA WITH A SWORD
How do I tell my Dad that in the picture he has of me and my brother as the background of his phone we were both rolling face on ecstasy?
He needs a high five right to the fucking mouth. With a chair. Or an atomic bomb.
I'm eating my emotions. I am no longer interested in anybody other than my own hand and vagina.
The fact that he said "there's nothing wrong with being a raging drunk, just ask my mother." has me thinking that I have no positive role-models among my friends.
Chose not to courtesy flush and the CEO huffed the result. I feel powerful.
I'm sitting on the toilet eating a Chick-Fil-A breakfast sandwich. How's your Monday?
This is possibly the most humiliating moment of my life. I have diarrhea, in a port-a-potty, at the Renaissance Festival.
Doing blow in the bathroom isnt the same without you
Do a rail off the baby station in my honor
Something I never want to forget. I'm in a porta potty and she is outside knocking on the door going "You're a queen. You're a queen. Never think any different"
You tried to pick a fight with a polka band saying that you'd wrap the accordion around their throats
So then edible panties?
Jesus no he likes candy too much, I'd lose a lip
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