I don't know. The next thing I remember we were in the walmart parking lot making out.
when your english prof writes "this was a real good paper" on your essay, you know you're at the wrong college
Uh oh I Hage to dance yes, my feet are Whitney Houston
Yes. Yes. Double yes. I'll bring the tits. You bring the frosting.
they're doing drop shots of Jager into red wine. i don't want to be on that level
Seriously, do normal people actually get work done being this hungover? No wonder the economy's in the shitter
It's a drunk scavenger hunt.
Everything on the list counts for double points if done naked.
I distinctly remember holding up a piece of ham pizza and screaming: "WHO THE FUCK EATS HAM PIZZA" in the face of a bunch of scared 13 year old girls faces, while my own sister laughed in mine.
You just kept screaming "PLEASE YELL CORNDOG AT HIM. PLEASE. CORNDOG."
Dad's teaching me to make moonshine this weekend as "college prep". How scared should I be sis?
Her roommate was talking on her cell when I came out of the bedroom and I definitely heard her describe how shitty and terrified I looked. Awesome.
I had no idea he had such passive aggressive animalistic tendencies. This is the human equivalent of peeing on someone.
She said she didn't know what fireball was. We are no longer friends.
I just caught my bangs on fire trying to lite a bowl while driving. Thank god it wasn't my eyebrows like last time.
We got stoned and watched Disney movies all night. I think I'm in love.
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