similar to the time we made up the game of screaming at the top of our lungs any time a guy any of us slept with walked into the party. that went over SO well.
so, my congressman just called me to say he has office hours this week if i'm still interested in talking to him. i pray to god this is not related to Friday.
Yeah I think we tried to use the shower curtain as a parachute because its tied to my backpack with some string. Dont know if anyone actually attempted it though.
at roughly 3:30am you called me saying you were gonna start a big game of strip twister in politics class and i was your partner.
Is it hot in here? Is the room moving? Its moving. The room is moving. Its spinning like a top. Have you ever been covered in puke? What are you doing?
I haven't found him passed out in the living room covered in noodles for a while now so I guess he's getting better with the drinking.
They can be so fun, drunk bruises are like clues to the treasure of what actually happened last night. "why do I have a bruise on my belly button? oh right. i was trying to turn my stomach off so I would stop throwing up."
I don't care if he got kidnapped by a cult one time he is a dick
My birthday is in 11 days. Going ham. Consciousness will not be an option
I took "we live within stumbling distance of the bar" as an invitation and challenge
No he can't come. I swear to gods he's "Why We Can't Have Nice Things" given physical form.
Baked goods and tits. Hard to go wrong there.
I'm so glad I can be everyone's guide to the world of fucked up kinks
Goal: finish my bio assignment before the Xanax kicks in.
Its pretty bad when you can tell twins apart by the size of their penises...
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