I can't ever handle being "that girl" again. At least not until next semester.
"Hung over, tired and having a faint scent of some body butter and random pieces of glitter from a girl named gigi, almost arrested in drug bust, $40 Canadian in my pocket and all i got was this lousy Tshirt" shirts dont exist, but they need to
He told me his mother taught him that move. What the hell do I say to that?
u kept pointing at random guys and making quacking or mooing sounds.
They let me keep the giant cocktail glass because I threw up in it. And made out with the bartender. Europeans are so generous. I'm getting it engraved
He was hiding behind my bedroom door. at noon. Wearing a t shirt. And a condom. Not attractive.
So the night ended when we tried making fireworks out of gunpowder and oregano. You can figure out how that went.
I was having the most awesome dream about onion rings and you hit me and told me to stop touching you...WTF?
At first I was a little embarrassed for sharting, but then i realized it was a bachelor party, and I went balls to the wall
He started french braiding my hair while I was blowing him. The question is not why, but how.
You will drink beer in a kiddie pool in your back yard but you wont bring a girl home
Someone stole a lamp last night.
now acid just makes me think of crab ragoon
Haha we both slept with guys named Brad born on may 1st. This is a proud day for sisters.
It's a shame things ended how they did. We were well on our way to transforming from acquaintances with benefits to friends with benefits.
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