So I just did the walk of shame at dunkin... A lady told me me I was really dressed up and I told her I was going to a luncheon.
You drank the expired grape juice because you were convinced it had fermented into wine...you have a problem.
Using the ceiling fan to slice the hotdogs in mid-air can only be contributed to our liberal use of 1800.
Are we playing "how much awkwardness can we fit in the final 29 hours of 2011"?
yes yes we are. Go do something with super glue. i don't want to win.
Like, actually questioning if you ate dog shit last night
I have no idea. I think this is what happens when people take drugs in the middle of the day
Apparently when it was last call I jumped up on the bar and told everyone to get the fuck out, which was immediately followed by a round of applause from the bouncers/bartenders and my tab getting paid as well.
Yes, yes I will fake crap in his house for you.
Nothing says summer like lemonaid, but nothing says fuck yeah summer like lemonaid and vodkavodka
Our music was glorious. Maidens were deflowered to the sound of my voice.
Just cried because I'm out of oreos. This post-molly depression can go fuck itself.
Only real friends lend their restraints to engagedfriends to fool around with married strangers.
Is it awkward to pay for your boob job with scholarship money? Either way, it's happening.
I did something very bad. More specifically, my boss.
My autocorrect won't finish pterodactyl for me and I'm feeling personally attacked.
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