Conclusion from last night: Sometimes being classy isn't as fun as making out with a guy on a pooltable in a bar. Happy birthday, Canada.
This is the last time I call a hotel to see if you or some random guy paid for the room last night.
FOR A FUCKING 40?! A FUCKING 40?! YOU GAVE THE CAT AWAY FOR BEER?!
They want to listen to Lady Gaga while they puke.
ah. the first shower back home is like a baptism from the sins of the past year
just wrote a 6 page paper on my blackberry. including 3 sources. college is teaching me good things so far.
i really care about you, respect you, another gay word, and another gay word... lets just drink
Ya, because touching his brother's face for 20 minutes in front of him wasn't bad enough, I also threw up in his garden and stole like 10 of his shirts before I left. But I fed his dog, so it's okay.
They seemed upset when they walked out and saw a penis in a mouth
I got slapped by a drag queen and bitten on the arm by either a random girl or a weird mouth shaped dog. Tough to tell without seeing the teeth
Beans, may the odds of a nip slip and drunken make out session be ever in your favor
Will you remind me I changed my hotspot phone password to fuckyouprivilegedwhitedude
now acid just makes me think of crab ragoon
my morning attempts to try to have sex with him was interrupted by the passion of the christ parade going on outside my house
I'm basically cruising around listening to 90's gangsta rap with my meatball sub telling people to go fuck themselves
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