I am good. I dancing. Drinking but dancing fine.
Her underwear doesnt even match. If youre going to be a face book whore at least have matching shit.
I learned nothing from that class except drinking and chemistry go together great.
She walked into class late sat down for 5 min muttered 'oh i cant do this' and walked out. She looked like death.
We should party with her soon
Her idea of kinky involved a tazer
wtf?
I'm going back tonight
It's 10AM, she's drunk blaring veggie tales and I have a paper to write you've got to be fucking kidding me
My homemade mace ate through its aluminum container. I make awesome mace.
I am just glad I was home to catch most of it, cause it smells BAD.
I'm not a scientist but that could be because it's homemade mace. That is however just a hypothesis
I'm about to be a GTA V widow, he could at least throw me a bone. Literally.
At the funeral we'll say nice things, like "She was delightfully extreme, psychotically wonderful, and could probably drink all you fuckers under the table."
That's literally the perfect eulogy
I got his number because he was "impressed with how much I could handle"...I was chasing shots with Olive Garden breadsticks...
I threw up vodka and borscht. I'm done with life...I threw this up in a McDonald's bathroom btw.
I feel like I shouldn't be encouraging my friends to hook up with their teachers.....but if it's for academic reasons....then I definitely encourage it.
Remember when you gave their 80 year old doorman a line of molly at 5am?
I don't know what the hell I'm going to do with myself when this is all over. I'll probably just go back to smoking pot and trying to learn italian.
Tequila. The ruiner of all good intentions.
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