They normally just get fucked up and see who can hold their hand on the exhaust the longest. It's great
You seriously looked at the house acorss the street and implied that you thought they had nice Easters.
i'm pregaming while finishing a paper on cardio myocyte contractility in mice. i'm kicking finals week's ass right now
i got shots of sambuca dumped on my head last night. my bag still smells like licorice. making me nauseous.
it is a nice little reminder of the bruins dominance. if Vancouver had won, it would somehow smell of maple syrup.
I woke up to a gnawing sound in the middle of the night and asked him what it was. He told me it was the family of squirrels that lives in the wall and to go back to sleep.
well at least now you can say you got an STD from the frontman of a band no one's heard of
fuck you.
Omg drank too much. Threw up in my Santa hat on the train and then of course it leaked all over me.
I never realized how you can accidentally go home with someone until tequila got involved.
I'm gonna have to get a lube sherpa.
The time stamp on this text message is reason enough alone to not leave me unsupervised
Nah I think he's a bit weirded out I worked out where he lives from a Facebook photo
Unless you count my weekly workout where I drink wine, listen to obscure/cheesy records, and pretend I'm a ballerina...no. I don't exercise.
Apparently someone was hiding in a storm drain dressed as Pennywise from it and offering passersby free penis enlargement pills.
Dude, he came to our house with a beer can in his hand dressed up in a chicken suit screaming, "free eggs!" then threw up and passed out in the front yard.
He wants to play improv games now whenever he gets drunk. Sometimes I just do not have the energy for that kind of a thing
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