I'm calling you out on twitter if you don't come over right now.
lol whn u cming hre I nd 2 c ur fce
IF YOU TEXT ME ONE MORE SHORTENED VERSION OF A WORD, THE ONLY THING YOU'LL SEE IS MY FIST IN YOUR FACE.
you got so mad from losing a game of beerpong that you went into another room by yourself and practiced for an hour and a half.
I kind of learned that hotels are unnecessary. Boys will just take you home, but that's tough with a group. I believe in us, though.
Figured out how I got so much alcohol in my hair: tried to drink my drink using my cleavage as a cup holder. Missed my drink hole and got it all in my hair
I have a cracked rib, no way in hell I'm bottoming for him tonight!
im dying and naked and this is what youre living with next year.
I drank a girls breast milk at this wedding. Shit was next level
I tried to light my cup as a bong. I'm done drinking
I got inside last night via doggy door
Me sprinting out of your house without my bra or shoes is our entire relationship defined in a single moment.
the only thing I remember was some guy took out his fake eye to use it for beer pong
I just ordered a "football meatlong" from subway
You'll never fully grasp an awkward walk of shame until you run into his mom while you're trying to sneak out. Then to make matters worse you have to ask her to mover car because it's blocking you in.
and I lost my effing shirt.
I am certain that you would be a mere freckle on the behemoth of slutty that has taken place at this complex.
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