At least we lost an hour tonight! Less time to make a fool of myself
Conclusion from last night: Sometimes being classy isn't as fun as making out with a guy on a pooltable in a bar. Happy birthday, Canada.
First shot of my 21st. 11 a.m. in econ class. Success.
I'm lost. Please come find me. I'm inside the I-270 circle somewhere. I can hear laughing.
i left because you were standing at the top of the stairs throwing shot glasses and bottles full of alcohol at me and yelling JAGERBOMBS
Those titties aren't worth a lifetime of listening to her talk about gluten free yams and japanese manga.
nothing worse than walking out of class after 3 hours and having covered exactly zero information
walking out with herpes. that would be worse
And is it bad that I haven't talked to guys who I haven't already dated? I feel like a recycle bin.
I learn from experience and I experienced what it would be like to completely lose my mind and then wake up with a stab wound.
Vegas is great, yelled at a guy 4 lanes over if he wanted a bj. ended up having sex in a vacant lot. I think he was homeless.
Mike showed up naked and in handcuffs. Again. Feel free to come over and laugh because I'm not helping this time.
Dude the little bong I just got fits nicely in the cup holder in my car. The gods approve of my habits.
Our night has progressed to doing coke off a laundry machine through a parking ticket
My dad called me in the middle of the night, drunk on vodka, asking for references on the Irish alphabet.
god i just can't wait for finals to end so i can just masturbate all day and night
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