It's an Italian thing I guess, grew up on that shit.
I'm Irish, we don't eat cow guts unless they're blended into a fine whiskey
my mom is pro-life. I dare you to fuck me.
they just tried to tell me they weren't big into drugs. A) it was the 70's. B) I've seen the pictures.
All I remember is taking a bath, puking in the bath water numerous times while trying to wash myself and I must of eventually given up
i have now been nicknamed the screamer on the first, third, fourth, & six floor by all the ra's. only two more floors to go before i cover the entire dorm.
Around noon tomorrow come looking for me. I'll be on Mill wearing whatever clothes I haven't lost yet. DO NOT REPLY. DO NOT ASK QUESTIONS. JUST DO IT.
Today is definitely a "stand over the toilet and pee through the opening at the bottom of my boxers" kind of day.
I guess the silver lining is that having a big dick really comes in handy when you're hungover.
It's a mixed blessing.
we are blowing up condoms and making balloons and we’re drunk on the floor. You could have come to school here
I drunk-cried for all conjoined twins everywhere the other day.
omg i just made best friends with a deer. Im like the drunk santa clause.
alicia just called me and talked to me in "the eternal language of the dinosaurs" and then kind of roared and gurgled. what kind of 4th of july are you guys having?
the boozy kind. is there any other?
I seriously want to say to him "Do you know how many blow jobs you could have gotten this summer?"
Reminding you of hookups your brain is trying to suppress. That's what friends are fooooooooor...
He's the one named Andrew. In his profile picture he is the one on the right in the monkey costume.
Well now I’m in the bathroom puking up absinthe so guess I beat myself up over it one way or the other
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