you threw up in the oven last night. i found that out after i preheated it to cook a pizza.
i was just singing like a virgin out loud my mom told me to stop kidding myself
I woke up wearing just my underwear and a headlamp at a different house than I remember passing out at. I told you irish car bombs are not made with an entire guinness.
in respone to your voicemail you left me on saturday, yes i had gone to bed and no i was not still drinking at 5am
Im just a social blackout drinker.
He told me I handled myself pretty well considering how drunk I was. He failed to realize that the lollipop I had was one I found on the ground a few minutes before hand.
I dont know how to respond to your rave picture. I mean yeah, he's hot, but it just seems wrong to be like "Please tell me you fucked that guy with the pacifier!"
My god. His mom just smacked my ass. Does this mean I'm accepted??
I just replaced the poop spray with an air horn... Now we wait!
btw my frat has a search out for you. the "girl who threw up in the middle of the party" but it was on some fat girls. so thank you.
Pretty sure the guy at the Halloween party dressed as an ice cream man is working his way through the building without a care for gender or age. He high-fives me on his way out each morning.
My favorite part of you downing a fifth of fireball in my apartment by yourself is the shot glass in the sink. It's like you attempted moderation and were just like "Fuck this."
He gives me the same feeling I get when someone puts a margarita or German chocolate cake in front of me
then I ended up getting a lapdance from my TA...I love college.
I'm good. But Nutella doesn't taste as good as it used to.
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