Me. At least after what I've been through.
my math professor just wrote "parallel" on the board, but spelled it "pararrel". guess what country he's from
so this was truly a case of the blacked out leading the blacked out.
i mean, we fucked on the futon in the garage where his band practices. pretty sure im now obligated to like his band on facebook.
Well, there are worse ways to make $50 at a gay club.
You dislocated his arm and then bought him two shots to numb the pain while you pushed it back in
Remind me never to take that much Vicodin ever again. I laid in bed measuring my heart rate for an hour and a half because I was afraid it would stop.
apparently putting your t-shirt on your head with a bottle of captain and telling girls your the pirate king of tallahassee doesn't work
I had to rip your toilet paper for you...
I don't think my professor is going to remember the Halloween party... or the fact that he made out with a priest.
Im gonna go for the gay guy. The ginger is freaking me out.
I can't believe you won 5 grand from the casio last night and spent more than 80% on tacobell and strippers already
A toast to whoever set this year's daylight savings fallback to the day after halloween, granting us another hour to detox before we pretend to be functional adults. Clearly, a partier with forethought and clear priorities. Cheers!
maybe i should limp back to therapy...
oh yeah will you also bring home vodka i wanna do shots on the roof
Because talking after sexting is equivalent to cuddling after sex
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