i don't know how boys match. i think shoes & belt are the only thing. it doesn't matter. i just know if they look stupid.
Conclusion from last night: Sometimes being classy isn't as fun as making out with a guy on a pooltable in a bar. Happy birthday, Canada.
Some 6 yr old girl just got on my plane in St. Louis. She was wearing an I Love Canada shirt. She eyed the seat next to me and I stared her straight in the eyes and shook my head. Fuck her. Fuck canada.
drunk me is my new role model. he's fearless. like not even afraid of tornadoes.
She kept saying "I'm going to hell" the entire time we were fucking. I really wasn't sure what to do... so I agreed with her.
That was definitely the right answer.
We've completely outdone ourselves. We packaged a collective total of six grams of pot and salvia into little bowl-sized tinfoil capsules. It's totally impossible to tell which is which without comparing, every Friday from now on we pick one out and see what the fuck happens
It's not meant to be. I also just shot a turkey baster of gin into Nate's eye, so....
I just remember being happy that I got that toilet fixed so I had somewhere close to throw up
So in Aca Taco on grad night 1am, this bitch walks in alone drunk as fuck in her gown to the front of the line and says, "I graduated today...thank YOU"
Every part of me is in agreement...but mostly my vagina
THIS CHICK IS LIKE SOME SORT OF HOOKER HOUDINI.
she keeps dunkaroos and gatorade in her bed. yep pretty sure im in love.
We went the strip club and out of no where the waitress brings him over a quesadilla and a jäger bomb and says your usual!! He swore he had never been there before
What the fuck dude? Now it's a "who is this?" convo going back and forth. Like... helllloooo you just sent me a picture of your penis! I'm entitled to ask who the fuck it is. I can't verify an identity by a body part.
I come home to my brother mixing skittles and vodka. We're all proud of him.
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