I've come to the conclusion that as a grad student I would much rather prefer to get laid then get drunk
I think you know full well that a few years ago my stance was the polar opposite
So pretty much, I was trying to piece last night together and remembered a point where I was pointing to you heart then touching your face. I'm not sure that I ever translated that to "I like your personality better than your looks" but that's what I meant
We basically counted to 3 and then dumped each other.
woke up in a shopping cart using a keystone box as a blanket. how was your night?
going to class early so i have time to go on the moonbounce. this is why i go to art school.
i was concerned by what you said you would do for a snickers. It wasn't even a Klondike bar.
She woke up with blood running down her face and asked the EMS guy where the keg was
From the trajectory of the puke, I must have fallen off the top bunk while trying to vomit, due to the dented bucket, ruined carpet, and bruised dignity I now own.
you're not a real person. you're actually just like a box of wine that can talk
mom just made me 'sorry-you-have-hpv-pancakes'
I wonder if a fish could survive in vodka
I could
Spent tonight painting strippers in camo.
bitch, i have a flask. i've got things under control.
god. marry me.
its official, you're fucking me on my lunch break. the only thing I want in my mouth is your dick. pick me up at noon.
want fries with that?
The weirdest part of it all was wondering if I was going to take off his fanny pack or he was before we fucked
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