So I just had this crazy idea, and no it has nothing to do with the fact that they made me take shots at work.
I was staring at you from my window across the quad. I wanted to let you know so it's not creepy
I would have at least made out with you if you were showered.
Pretty girls always come out on top. Or bottom. Whatever. Point is we come out with their boyfriends.
It feels like I've shaved away my winter coat and my vagina is going to freeze if I go outside.
Well you just missed the ten chi o pledges singing la bamba at our doorstep.
That would warm my breasts.
In this context breast is a metaphor for soul.
and now i get to think about how i fulfill a gay man's harry potter fantasy. thanks for that
For future reference "bring our litter sisters on our date day" is not such a good idea
I feel like I should be doing a victory lap around my house to the rocky music, or zapping and smiting people with my mystic wizard powers
Well I met my booty call's parents by accident, so that happened.
I mean I puked all over three separate towns last night and I still think you're the one who should reevaluate their life.
all the one night stand stories i have end with me crying on my RA's floor stuffing cupcakes into my mouth
I vaguely remember losing my underwear to 2 chicks in a bathroom. That drunk.
He made her leave because she liked Top-Ramen better than Maruchaun. He's my hero.
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