turns out gay frats are just like normal frats, only with more v-necks
Just got a script for 120 vicodin with 6 refills. I feel like michael jackson.
I could make treat bags
thursday was literally the first time i didnt drunk eat since the bush administration and it was only because i was fucking someones boyfriend. making a mental note to do that more often.
someone left their shoes, a resume, and a pizza in the shower... i am actually speechless
i totally just wrapped her wedding gift in tin foil. These are the skills 2 bachelor's degrees have given me.
He may or may not be blacked out. We put him to sleep in the community bathroom. He's wrapped in your blanket and he's already puked on it twice. Using your blanket was my idea. Maybe next time you'll ask before taking my vodka.
The last thing I remember is pushing my way into the bathroom and dumping a 40 on him. We havent talked since.
there are ass prints on the hood of my car.
Having vodka and cokes for lunch at work today because absolutely ZERO fucks are being given.
Sorry that I was such a monster last night. It was the drugs, I promise.
How hard is it to grasp the concept of 'I lost an impromptu saber bout and so I have to make a macaroni map of Soviet Russi, including Kazicstan'!?
Well I'm missing half a toenail if that's any indication of my night
Everclear isn't food dammit
I'm getting drunk off Malibu and watching Drag Race and it's only 2 in the afternoon. I'm the poster child for sad gay men.
Girl in front of me just swan dove into the middle of the carpeted hallway, stood up, clapped for herself, and then continued walking. My life is complete.
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