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
can't come. weird drunk guy passed out on couch. long story, tell u later.
wtf. wake him up, call him a cab, get over here!
i just want to make sure he doesn't die. or rob me. plus it's facinating, he's faceplant on the arm of my sofa.
First thing she said after sex was.. are you baptised by chance?
drugs are my only escape from this reality. good thing I got it at a discount price last night
you took him to the bathroom with you to pee and told him he had to hold your hand..but he couldn't turn on the lights because you didnt want him to hear you peeing..and still got laid. i wish i had your life.
You have to understand, this is the first time I'm looking at a whopper sober.
i came out of my blackout when my grandma called last night. it kinda sobered me up and i realized who i had been making out with. should i call and thank her for the defensive cockblock?
It honestly wasnt my fault this time. i was in shock. WHO THE FUCK OWNS A PEACOCK?!
SORRY! Pervert came out for a bit. BAD PERVERT! BACK IN YOUR HOME!
Normally this is when girls give blow jobs. That's how you mentally condition them to put up with PMSing, because they see the shinny blowjob light at the end of the tunnel.
I am officially now FB friends with my arresting officer.
Well watching will be involved...it'll just most likely be of me licking your penis instead of me trying to understand how Hans Solo goes up against the Galactic Empire...
Dude, where are you?
In back
of car
... whose car?
This is me trying to take a picture to send to grandma. At 4. We were trying to look sober.
I got a snap of someone jumping off a light pole. Was that you? Please confirm or deny. #onWisconsin
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