so we had a 20 minute conversation and created the fb page WWND (what would Nana do?) last night after we took our Ambien...that is my definition of an overachiever
Talking to this girl is like playing minesweeper on hard. There's red flags everywhere.
I just found glitter on my vibrator... whatever we're doing has to stop
Like reprimanding the wall for "sneaking up on me" drunk
If I was there, I'd make you a vicodin spiked sandwich.
I don't drink during the week.... well, except for Bailey's Tuesdays, which I have to start implementing further.
There are 3 guys sitting in the elevator in lawn chairs wearing sunglasses and holding beers. the hallway rugs are stuffed in a trash can. i've never been so glad to be sober.
After a couple hours you decided you were going to walk home but ten minutes later you called and said you'd puked by the side of the road and you needed us to drive you to the art museum.
You didn't know it was a gay bar until the 7th guy rejected you. You were crying because you thought it was just a bad night. No more for you.
Her voice kills me. Its the perfect pitch to fuck with my hangover.
Can't even walk I haven't tried talking but I probably can't do that either
That's what every 12 year old basketball team needs; a drunk and hungover lady eating KD whilst cheering them on. Highlight of their lives.
If I'm walking weird, don't judge me. Things got kinda outta hand with the GoPro on.
I woke up to his balls in my face, so naturally I limboed under him and headed to the bathroom. When I came out he was asleep on the floor.
I forget, are we banging TA’s for grades this semester or not?
Depends on how cute he is
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