Do you remember getting into a Delorean last night?
So it's 10:55am and I just woke up on the floor in the hallway on the4th floor. There should probably be no moredrinking competetions.
My parents came down to check and make sure I wasn't into any mischief then proceeded to give me alcohol.
I closed that bar. Sang every Beatles song in the book. Made Somoan friends.
I cannot believe we're comparing my vagina to Mary Poppins and a black hole.
there are ass prints on the hood of my car.
She is still a psychotic unstable bitch, and is therefore PERFECT drinking game fodder
I just want to know how she convinced 6 sober ROTC guys to have an ab contest on a street corner at 2 in the morning.
I don't think I can recall what a 23 year old cock felt like if one slapped me in the face.
Drinking a bawls. If I'm dead when you get home, yes, they are poisoned.
I finally got the glitter off in time to get to the party and bang the bday boy in the bathroom while his girlfriend was lighting the bday cake candles.
My actions are not mine. They are the actions of Patron.
I want to die, ON THAT, with that INSIDE ME. ironically, I sense that would be the only time I'd feel alive.
Damn that brownie almost kicked my ass. I'm not sure if my flight home lasted 10 minutes or 10 days..
1. Everyone on the 1st and 3rd floor heard you. 2. The 3rd floor vibrates when we have sex. 3. The 1st floor can hear the bed squeak.
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