what if the hokey pokey really is what its all about?
that girl is introducing herself into your group of friends one dick at a time.
He measures volume by how much weed he can put in it and surface area by how many people can have sex in it.
so i literally woke up after a night of doing lines to a bag of pretzels falling off my bed. a reminder that maybe this is a contributing factor to my freshman 15.
Champagne is a vitamin, right?
It's like shitshowville, population: those girls.
Well my ankle is fucked up, everytime it pops I have a reminder of $200. Jager bomb night and the day we began to rebuild our friendship.
The last thing I remember is crying and shaking my head as she was putting salt on my hand. I guess I took the shot
He was smart enough to bring a condom to our study date so I mean I'm sure he'll do fine on the test
He said I taste like cake. Like funfetti. So I feel like if he doesn't come back for that he's just dumb
He said something last night about making crepes, but after getting pissed on in bed, I question everything.
If you ever tell anyone I offered you boob squeezes for cheetos, I'll kill you
I'm sitting on the couch playing the sims, how's ur night going?
I'm sitting on my floor, drinking wine, and listening to bette midlers "wind beneath my wings"
Why are our lives so predictable?
she's my really slutty friend i bring around so i can act slutty and not feel as bad about it
I just threw up on the way to class. Legit, on the sidewalk by psych building.
THAT WAS YOU? Psych prof just pointed out the window and said "that kids, is why you don't pregame before class"
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