life lesson# 3: saying thank you on a subway really means "im not a native new yorker, so please feel free to touch my ass"
hmm. interesting. explain how you came across this knowledge.
i sneezed. he said bless you. i said thank you. he groped. i again said thank you.
would it be rude to tell a homeless man that he should sell the lebron jersey and brand new nikes he's wearing if he's really that hungry
I just used my 7th grade year book to figure out who I hooked up with last night. Being home is magical.
Just gave a urinal high five to a complete stranger. Might not be such a bad night after all
Priorities: waking up on your doorstep desperately clutching half a meatball marinara but with no sign of your keys, purse or housemate. Where are you?!
next photo in the 'cherished memories' series- Jess's bed. Note the vomit actually UNDER the pillows. shes a genius.
you're avoiding the subject, i want to know how you ended up at the strip club with the dog, fucker
It's a little sad/awesome that I scored coke within 60 seconds of walking in the bar.
The student becomes the teacher.
Day drinking! Today! (tomorrow too!) Our place! Whenever you get off work! Ready go!
Sexting across continents is really a perfect example of how far technology has come.
He got too drunk... he threw up ON the closed toilet.
It's a Jersey thing
He was lasting forever and I couldn't take it so I faked an asthma attack
You know you need to get it together when a frat guy wakes you up and says you need to go to class
last night we watched this really loud chick try and pick up this smoking french guy who's english was sooo bad. she finally pointed at her beer and then her vagine
gross
like you've never done an interperative dance for sex, please
You cuddled up under the blanket because you said it smelled like Santa and vodka.
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