Went to gas station for smokes. three cops pulled in. got gas i didn't need. found diff gas station.
good choice.
im in a room full of women tattooing each others tits. i hope i remember this tomorrow
Starbucks introducing alcohol. i hear angels singing.
he conducted the entire waffle house into singing the song Oklahoma. He was wasted.
Couldn't see or hear that well because she hit me on the back of the head with a bat. That is my excuse. Also the gin.
I feel like after that many guys, all of the water in your body is just replaced with pure jizz, honestly.
drunk freshman in the bathroom puking keeps saying "i'm a peasant" over and over
after giving head I just always feel like I need like. ice cream. as both a means of getting the lingering sperm out of my mouth, and a congratulations.
If I got to choose how I die, it would be in an Olympic sized pool of gin and tonic.
I've started budgeting for next year. It looks like I'll be crying tears of dollar bills and handing them over to pay back my unholy college debt.
he offered me cocaine within 5 minutes of my arrival. yes of course i'm keeping him
My hangover headache is somewhere in the Harry Potter scar neighborhood. I can now empathize with that poor bastard.
Yeah that stuff was rough. We insisted on wearing our bikinis all down college ave, and at several parties that were not beach themed
"WHAT IS THIS LESBIAN MADNESS"
That guy u hooked me up with kept calling me james while were doing it...
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