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.
I looked at my own cervix.
I discovered the grieving process is shock, denial, anger...and then something about drinking until you puke on yourself
he told me he once ran a blackmarket liquor store out of his house. thats all it took for me to go home with him
Tonights theme there is the 7 deadly sins. Greed, envy, sloth, gluttony, sluttiness, fellatio and vodka.
I don't know if I want to cry scream puke or go somewhere and drink more. This is such a weird emotion.
there's fuck elsewhere to go, I'll be there with 8 lbs of bronzer on my tits
What happened with the girl wasn't a gay thing. It was just a mutual respect and want for sex. The guys just weren't there.
Call it what you want. You fucked a girl.
Looks like I've become the Walter White of my PhD cohort.
CALL 911 HAND IS STUCK IN THE GARBAGE DISPOSAL. HELP
Do we still have any pizza left from last night?
Woke up in your shoes. Please tell me you woke up in mine
Not even official and he's cleaned my puke twice. His hotdog skills are an added bonus. I've got a keeper
She rode me wearing nothing but a Santa hat. Merriest fucking Christmas!
I drank Dr. Pepper and instant breakfast mix together and threw up sober for the first time.
I just found glitter glue on my jesus bracelet...am I really that gay?
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