So how was last night?
Let's just say I danced with the devil
Huh?
I'm going to Hell for sure
we sang an acapella version of barbara ann to his voicemail...i'm not drinking again until tuesday.
Then he told me I had the most beautiful looking vulva
just prayed to lady gaga in hopes it will help me pass my fashion merchandising final...what is my life?
Im watching someone hooking up in the library
procrastination at its finest
He asked me to grab his balls and yell "thats a spicy meat-a-ball" Last time I do requests.
you tipped EVERY employee at white castle
every time i recognize a doctor or patient at the hospital on this rotation, i just pray it's not from my blackout saturday makeout slut moments...professionalism shouldn't count on weekends
Drunk. I slept-stripped.
By myself.
No fucking idea. Just paid for my chipotle in chocolate coins, though. Either there is a huge language barrier happening here, or my big boobs are finally paying off.
Also, I think I'm too drunk to be at the gym right now. But how sober do you need to be for IM volleyball?
Ok I have to ask, whose idea was it to used crushed up norcos as margarita salt? And what did they say to convince everybody else to think it was a good idea?
In case you're keeping score at home, this is Brad's SECOND Doritos-related trip to the ER.
It's my 3rd annual 21st birthday party. Disney themed. There will be blood.
My good Christian morals say no, but my complete disregard of anything related to religion says yes
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