I'm going to an arts college, I live next to the frat houses, and my room number is 420. god has plans for me and I couldn't be happier.
All I remember about walking back home was that I maced my shadow.
I don't know if I want to cry scream puke or go somewhere and drink more. This is such a weird emotion.
Remembering I sold my brand new Blackberry to a stranger for a few pints = Worst night of my life. Now to work out what I did with my shoes.
No, no... it's pale and surrounded by awkward, curly, red hair. It's the Ronald McDonald of penises.
It was my little brother's 14th birthday today. Didn't know what to get him so I just showed him how to use incognito tabs on google chrome.
We spent a good 10 minutes in the morning looking for my clothes. I ended up taking the bus home in my 6inch heels and his baggy t-shirt. The bus was filled with kids... one of them whistled at me.
She was wearing my robin hood hat from Halloween shouting "steal from the rich and give to the poor, mothafuckaaaaas." We are taking her everywhere.
you took a picture of the hospital bathroom and sent it to me
But seriously who drew a dick on a tortilla and nailed it to the door?
Just considered playing a drinking game with powerade with my sister so she would get some fluids in her. I do so well with sick people.
We had sex twice and at Wendy's how dare you diminish that.
Last thing I remember is whiskey shots. My roommate tells me we were there 15min before I decided to run home naked. And we live across from a police station.
I have a tattoo that says Yolo. You should not have been asking my advice in the first place
I'm at the back whiskey bar with a 7 and 7 in a winnie the pooh costume. Come find me.
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