take 3 tylenol pm's and try playing basketball.
week 6 of class: i have yet to go to spanish sober. i love being THAT girl.
she must've caught on when i went out for a "run" in jeans and a sweatshirt and came back holding a McDonalds bag and smelling like pot.
I have to think about this realistically and not with my vagina.
I elbow dropped a bag of ice to break it so we could make margaritas. I bled everywhere. Be proud.
Haga you didnt jbsii whee wu an therer
Party on wayne
you riverdanced for the cops while the rest ran away.
I know we said we never would. But try fucking a fat guy. He put in so much more effort and then made me waffles.
Definitely just threw up in a mcds cup going through Wendy's drive thru. I'm way to hungover to go to work today
I vaguely remember making out with some dude. Please tell me he had all of his teeth.
The last thing I remember is talking to the firefighter next to me and he was giving me fruit.
Also I just had a pointless meeting and the only thing I accomplished were my kegals
I am not walking across campus just to give you a blow job in the hopes that in return i can study more efficiently.
I’m on my third beer doing poppers in the shower to no doubt
I don't know who's idea it was to get wine for a frat party but my poor pitiful hung over self really fucking hates them.
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