Job is the problem. Drinking, the solution.
rainy day on campus = new personal fetish for girls in booty shorts and colorful rain boots
some girl that im facebook friends with has H1N1, im scared to even go to her facebook page
i may or may not have puked on your loofa in the shower.
I lost count of how many people I peed on last night.
He offered but I said no. I didn't think it'd be cool to accept cupcakes in the mens room of a gentlemans club.
I guess the study abroad went badly, I gave him a joint and he just smoked it and cried all the way from the airport
I lull them into a false sense of security with my gayness. Then when they're vulnerable, I strike, like a snake. A big non-gay snake, with huge balls.
You'd think the neighbors would be used to grown men coming into my house drunk at 230 am.
It's like... Even my horoscope knows I had an awkward threesome last night.
I hat to flip my "days since last bad decision" chart back to zero. So...yeah. Sigh.
didn't prepare for this snow storm at all. i only have like 6 beer and all my booty calls already went home for the holiday. this is bull.
but I have boobs. I'm not going to buy my own drinks at the bar like some kind of fucking animal.
You're right. Cause really... I'm in the back of his head. Even though what I said was better than "I have herpes"... I did once say that to him. So I'm like a reoccurring nightmare.
can i get licensed in dentistry online like a priest
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