We need to start having rules for the weekends. Like no more downing 3 shots because we want to slut dance a little harder or because biggie just came on.
so we have officially lost him as of 7 hours ago.. already called campus security, the drunk tank and the hospital. figure he'll turn up eventually..
i'll start checking the bushes on campus.
Last night we hooked up in nothing but out UK shirts during half time. Never say I'm not a dedicated fan again.
i thought they made a 7-hour walmart run, but they were actually in jail.
He fell asleep in the strip club and they paid some stripper $20 to sit on his face until he woke up.
Pissed along side the highway while waving at all the traffic... if thats not a sign of a productive night to come then idk what is
You know you're hung-over when you're smoking and have the strong urge to eat the cigarette. No more buckets of gin. No. More. Ever.
You just kept walking around in a circle saying "well played 6th street well played" before falling over.
Dropping acid was like seeing the whole world as a blank canvas to imagine anything I wanted.
And apparently all you wanted was to watch the sun explode and me take 60,000 dicks to the face.
He wrote me a Haiku titled, "Let me touch your butt".
Do we have to do this party tonight? I'm worried my bed will miss me...
It's going to turn into you and me throwing down in a devastating lip-synch battle while everyone else stands around awkwardly.
We're in a hurricane and you send me a video of you playing with your dick while driving! You wanna die?!
God I need to hump something, right now.
day drinking didnt prepare me for this..
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