well this feels familiar. awake at the crack of dawn laying in the fetal position praying for the sweet release of death. i think im done with jager for a while
we just pregamed for our presentation... gotta love group bonding
using smirnoff bottles as a pillow actually isnt as uncomfortable as you would think
i cant wait to be back in my element of drunk, on a barstool, ive missed home
I'm convinced that college is the only place where one can have an existential crisis over what sweatpants to wear
I'll just have to do enough fangirling for the both of us. Nipples engaged.
Things were easy when he was just a penis. Now he's a penis with feelings.
COME HERE WE MELTED A CORONA BOTTLE WITH FIREWORKS
Possibly having a threesome with my ex boyfriend and his current girlfriend was great closure on that subject
the girl whose rug I peed on is here
I could see myself being this awkward weirdo drunk girl that patted strangers and danced terribly but was powerless to stop it
I'm just going to ride dicks all the way to the to the gates of hell
I've officially slept through a hurricane, a tornado and had sex during an earthquake. I'm surviving.
Quick question, did I crash teeth with you when I snogged you, or did I headbutt something between the car and the bed last night?
I WILL go to space. And if we find aliens I WILL fuck one. It’s the Marine Corps way
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