Sorry, I have to go home and feed my nepotisms
Sorry, I can't talk, there's a herd of nepotisms headed my way
Woke up with feathers in my hair. at work. still drunk. sooo awkward.
No, I'm never going to get a job bc I don't know anything about public relations except that Chris Crocker wants everyone to leave Britney alone.
I was so high I couldnt even listen to music i was terrified of the potential knowledge i would gain.
a guy tried paying for lapdances with cds, who uses those anymore?
i just overheard someone saying that they invented the 'tequila mockingbird' last night. sorry, but i found better friends
He pulled the washer 5 feet out from the wall screaming about quarters
we should hire that guy that makes pancakes that we met last weekend for our next party. He can feed us, and regulate!
I have the slightest memory of swinging a bag full of condoms over my head...
You came over, called every girl Comrade Heather, and then declared that you were an Eagle, and we were your young.
So all in all, a good night.
He stood me up and then his cat died. I feel like this is Gods way of saying he's on my side, even after the tequila fiasco.
Tackling and headbutting friends, running away and hiding from everyone, attempting to streak across campus, and then waking up with no sign of a hangover... happy 21 to me
My favorite part was making you pull out your lucky steelers vibrator and show it to jerome bettis at the bar
Went to waffle house after dropping my sister off at school and got into a heated argument with a drunk/hungover philosophy professor I will not name. I won the argument.
The highlight of my week is I found some hetero porn I didn't completely hate. Branching out.
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