all we did was drink wine and talk about how people who dont have facebook dont exist.
It was an igloo shaped doghouse, I was obligated to hotbox it
We asked "Is that Andy puking in the bushes, its 7 AM" he looks up and goes "It's okay guys, its 7:30"
Side note, we are 25 fighting over our sophmore year RAs Drunk facebook attention
If anyone ask I'm rushing for brotherhood, not so that this bartender will suck my dick
Brandon's Recipe: two parts cocoa, one part sugar, one part milk, two parts four, 378 parts paranoia. Thanks for the fucking brownies, bitch.
my last clear memory of the night was being offered a shot but having so much alcohol in my hands that someone literally had to pour it in my mouth for me. after that it pretty much skips to waking up face down and shirtless on my floor.
Holy sore nipples Batman
I think you handled your pregnancy scares better than that cricket in your bathroom
Ugh. He got her for secret santa. Idk what to get. Idk what she's into.
... other people's boyfriends.
Actually we have similar relationship styles aka no relationship... it could work
There's a possibility I may have hooked up with that British guy...
Possibility? You left the door open! Everyone saw!
I love how fuckboys immediately become cultured when I tell them I’m an artist.
The guy in the cage next to me is having phone sex. His girlfriend is in College Library. Why is my life ridiculous.
I’m going to lick a fucking door knob when this shit is all over
Probably Waffle House
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