Sitting in the library lobby in the middle of exam week. Drunk. Dressed as santas slutty helper. Waiting for the student shuttle service. People are clapping for me as they walk by. Tell me how this isnt college
my mom just used "raw dog" in a sentence correctly, time to move out.
Yes perhaps we are both wrong. And did you call me bj girl?
Well, I now know how many glasses of wine it takes for me to fuck my neighbor.
They need to leave so I can start drinking shamefully.
Good news: I actually puked in my bathroom, the vomit from the living room was actually from someone else.
That's horrible but hilarious
I'm going to miss college.
He just sent me the contact information about getting the Zebra for graduation...
It makes no sense at first, you go with it, it's fun and entertaining and then a disaster
I blacked out at work again... Except this time my boss watched me throw up by the bus stop and some woman let me sleep on her shoulder for an hour. Why does this keep happening?
He's the only guy without a tacky accent I've seen in this southern dump in 6 months. Bangage was inevitable.
You're such a Yankee.
I'm pants less watching buffy the vampire slayer drinking rum. I'm not that hard to impress
I forgot to respond before, I was apologizing for confusing sex with secret Santa.
Sorry I banged your sister. But in my defense you ain't fucked me in a month. In fact I should get a medal for keeping it in your family.
Yah. Then he started clapping my boobs together in his hands and started shouting "the seas are angry!"
really enjoying the fact I don't remember how the staff party ended. feel like I need to shame drink today
feel at noon?
Randomize
