4:33 am: Sleep on left side of my bed. T-shirts are second drawer on left side, boxers top right. I don't wake up when lights are on so feel free in my room..
wow wtf my bar tab was 80 dollars
IT WAS DOLLAR BEER NIGHT
this is the fifth day in a row i've woken up after 3 pm, hungover. I might die when snowmageddon is finally over and we have to go back to class. my liver wont know how to take it.
I couldn't accept the bj. My penis has done nothing wrong and didn't deserve the punishment of her face.
His apartment number was 69. I had to.
I can't remember where my feet are. All I can see are colors, and all I can feel is terror. The lollipop was a bad idea.
Actually, you don't want to see me.. reached an all time low drinking kahlua out of the bottle concealed in a macdonalds bag
I'm praying that the company stray cat shows up tomorrow. I think I may have hit it while leaving Friday. Nobody will believe it was an accident after I hit the last one.
He's going to be my graduation present to myself.
About to be a 4Loko vomit fountain in 45 seconds, what color will it be? Animated birds will fly out of me.
He's sweet and rough. A wonderful contradiction. He's the starburst of sex.
You pole danced in your parka.
I inhaled my own vomit, how was your night?
Nothing. Its like my body doesn't know how to function on a Saturday when its not hungover and/or still drunk.
You shouted “im bobby labonte!” In the process of shoutgunning a beer. He said you were too redneck for him...
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