Today was the day I stopped kidding myself and started buying the handle of vodka.
I was so hungover that I had to stop in the middle of the game and throw up. The fans cheered.
i just had to use the keg as a stool to reach the margarita maker. i'm such a problem solver.
We eventually had to ration the melon vodka. 10 pushups per shot. THATS why my arms hurt
and everything will be beautiful and nothing will hurt and we will eat nachos
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.
Got laid in my rudolph onesie for the second year in a row. New tradition? Absolutely.
Cassie is wearing a baseball cap. This rebound is going nowhere
No more morning sex. Just for once, my vagina would like to go to work bone-dry and bone-free.
You know I'm having a rough day when I'm curled up in the corner eating Spaghettios.
I definitely think you should enjoy one last spring break being a sorostitute before you get serious and settle down with price charming. I mean hes not going to be there any way. he can wait a week.
They made up a new version of "Smash or Pass" called "I would(n't) let you sit on my face" to yell at the freshman
Girl I'm contemplating picking up some adult diapers. That's how bad this is and it's only day 2.
He's a waste of a perfectly good penis.
It started with drunk jenga and ended with me simultaneously peeing and puking on his feet in the tub while he held me up. I met Tequila. I don't like her.
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