We found an eightball on the ground last night. I mean, really, who does that?
are you wasted or are you getting laid?
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dear roomies, would anyone wanna donate the booze they left in the fridge over break to the "your roomies snowed in and all alone" fund?
It's only 8pm and Karl already got a stripper fired.
you proceeded to scream out that it's your birthday to everyone who walked by before you collapsed in the middle of the street. happy 21st birthday to you.
He's yummy.
HE'S GAY. AND 40.
Irrelevant.
You're just mad that I don't wanna have dugout sex with you
Craig, a bottle of Jamison, and I had a party on the roof last night. No idea how I got down. My injuries indicate fall...
No Robbie is the name of a kid or dog, not an adult man who's fucking you.
Delete that photo of me. My ass looks WAY to good it in to be on Facebook for everyone to see. You gotta earn that shit.
When I told him he could take naked pics of me, did I really need to specify that he could not email them to my brother's friends for bragging rights?
Did I seriously kick a door down last night... And if so when where and how hard, cause that shit I do not recall.
Her instagram is literally selfies, cats, and guys she's fucked.
We couldnt find you anywhere and when you finally answered your phone all you said was "im safe"
he said to "slap him" after he guessed the time correctly. i did.
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