things it involved: vodka, boy parts, possible photos of me on a cell phone. things it did NOT involve last night: my bra, his pants, and sobriety.
You kept excitedly announcing to the bar what time it was. Followed by an equally excited "Clock language still makes sense!"
just found the land before time on youtube... I'm so fucked for finals
I had to call maintenance to come unclog the toilet.
Something to remember me by.
I made the bartender pinky promise me there was still vodka in my drinks.
i think the beer goggles wore off after hearing the story of her 2nd abortion
I was trying to make tacos and friends but there was a major language barrier.
Even the paramedic said "what a way to kill a party"
Please acknowledge the sock on the door. If not it will be rammed up your ass.
So many Oreos I'm regretting this decision already but I'm happy at the same time...The straddle is real
Struggle. Not straddle. I'm not straddling anyone.
I fucking hate humanity. I met a twenty three year old adult with an aol email account today. I'm not sure how those things are related, but I'm sure they are.
So the girl I met at the bar last night came home with me. Played with my puppy. And left.
She's currently singing "I'm gonna keep on lovin you" to her pillow. How do you think tonight went?
the funny thing was, all i remember was a liter of vodka and going to oneonta for the night. then 2 weeks later bam, i get a letter banning me from campus for the next 4 years. awesome convorsation with my dad to wake up to.
I resent the implication of a jizz addiction
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