I have two black x marks on my hands.
Yep you got cut off last night after a stripper bent over in front of you and you screamed very loudly 'I can see your soul from here'
damnit I wish I could remember that.
Don't lose. A little bit of my soul dies every time a beer pong game is lost.
That little tingle vodka gives me in my esphagus is what lets me know I'm still alive.
You blackout rapped the entire DMX song Party Up last night at karaoke without looking at the screen. Then you Tebowed on stage, hugged a black guy, puked in a garbage can, then left. You deserve a medal.
I could of sworn you were praying in the strip club.
Typing up notes at the bar and doing shots with the bartender until close on a Wednesday. This is what my second year of law school has become.
First sunburned tits of the season. And it's only April... I feel like it's going to be a good summer.
I need drugs. Hard drugs. Today. Not tomorrow. Today. Something relaxing.
Lesbians had sex in my bed last night. It's a thing of pride
every day is bullshit and fuck everyone. That's my motto for the week
I was floored. Like way less concerned with him using drugs than I am with him not believing in evolution.
I'm so drunk and angry about the Michigan game the fact of my relationship being over doesn't matter
You just kept yelling GET YOUR SKATES ON, BITCHES. WE'RE GOING STREAKING.
I have easymac and six pack of beer. This night can't get any better.
cant one of your roommates drive you?
You came in my eye once. You owe me.
ill be there in 20
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