You kept buying everyone Washington apple shots, and telling us we needed to support local produce.
Well, if your day started with strippers, then we're tied. Otheriwse, I'm winning.
All we had was a keg so we played edward nalgene-hands
my quiz for the book was only 2 questions and my one answer was sorry and then a sad face
I'm trying to decide if I want to bring home my 'beer champion' trophy or my chem books.
IF SOMEONE ASKS YOU IF YOU WANT THE GOOD DRUGS YOU SAY YES.
Oh god, so much rum. I think I was in a shotgun wedding with a Bacardi promotion girl.
Me too. We could do it like prostitutes. No kissing on the mouth.
If I had cancer, and got to make a wish, id make the organization force your dad to fuck me.
To sum up. The glass blower from the ren faire ate me out last night. Best ever. Go find yourself an artisan.
You know it's a good weekend when you wake up on Sunday questioning your sexuality.
I'm scared to touch anything in this apartment. Even the ceiling.
11:30 you texted me saying he was on his way. 11:37 you said, "Oh my God that was terrible."
walked into my room this morning clutching two empty bottles of sminoff to find my roommate's ultra conservative parents staring at my posters of naked men. fuck parents weekend.
my comprehension of H.D. Thoreau really dives after 8 beers.....
It will astound me if they ever let you graduate.
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