So guy #2, the dancer, is programmed into my phone under the name H.uy. His number- 11 digits. I should have stopped drinking.
you had a panic attack, pissed yourself, and started crying. you never go above the kiddie level of my lil bros schools haunted house ever again.
round 2?
EVER.
Opportunity cost of getting to econ after a night on the town > marginal benefit of attending class
Someone left a shot of disaronno in a champagne glass here this morning... flip a coin?
period poops. best. ever.
omigod im sitting here with ben and he and i both got that...chick you totally just mass texted that...
We could make it a date. Dinner and a show. The show being my nipples getting pierced.
I never thought I would say this but I have to clean queso off my vibrator
Give us adventure or give us cock. Or cocktails.
Last thing I remember clearly was, "ok, but if we're are gonna get drunk before class, there's no half-doing this"
we're going to the olympic park to run the 100m yeaaaahhh
it's 3am. Nothing could possibly go wrong here.
I apologized for the whole SWAT team incident to the roommate.
I mean, that's eating your cake and fucking it too.
It's okay I missed my booty call by two whole minutes so I decided to delete him from my phone and then re-add him as "I am a douchelord"
I ate 2 pot cookies before we left the house. Fuck Pokemon. I'm playing my own game.
It was bad. U were calling my cat "kittiano" and playing her like a piano. Way too drunk my friend.
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