He can hate all he wants but were fucking with these crocs on
both roomates are passed out on the floor. I feel like I'm missing out on crucial bonding time by sleeping in my bed.
I cant even remember his name or what he looked like. all I remember is what the tattoo on his forearm looked like.
well, he kindof looked like a walmart greeter. I tried to stop you
That sucks. I just talked to a telemarketer for 15 minutes about CSI: Miami and weed.
Kill yourself wednesday started off with a bang, and im pretty sure im still drunk from tequila tuesday.
We still on for coffee?
Cream and sugar. Deliver to planned parenthood in 45.
The acoustics in my bra are fantastic.
Also, upon examining the photos, I have concluded that you were the sloppiest drunk girl of the night. And that's saying something considering Hurricane Jessica was in town.
Check the mailbox while you're out!
I already looked this morning. You go check and see what you won on Ebay after your day drinking spree.
I was just hotboxing under my sheets and I got lost on the way out.
It was so scary.
There something liberating about walking through the dorm hallways without pants on.
Out of ten? A seven. You pulled your shorts down to your ankles, jumped into the pool and announced you were a merman.
We need to feng shui this bitch.
I think I won an award for shitting and vomiting at the same time.
At least he uses his lack of impulse control for chaotic good instead of chaotic evil
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