yeah well you didnt even puke from the alcohol. we cut you off and went to huck finn's and told you that the "irish cream" coffee creamers had baileys in it, so you shot down like eight of them and puked all over the floor. it was great. we cheered you on and everything
I think I might stay on campus instead of going home for thanksgiving and see how many townies I can hook up with and no one will be around to judge
I try to help out whenever I can. Speaking of rough nights I woke up half naked on Brady's couch with bloody paper towels duct taped to my foot.
now I know why they wanted me to come. apparently gay guys are stripper magnets
you were trying to control your nosebleed while having someone hold your four loko while you drank it through a straw. all at the same time. that is commitment.
They just asked a fat guy to move to the other side of the plane. Send me a pic of your tits incase we crash
Girl, that was the lost night of 2012 for me and I have buried that night deep deep away..
Serious questions. Who is that girl? Why is she wearing a tiara? And why does she keep asking about penis piercings?
you were making out with a guy that looked like Fat Albert, I kicked you in the vagina but you didn't stop
was it wrong to tell him he's welcome in my pants any time?
We're not piercing ourselves today.
that is terrible, if I can't drink Gatorade when I'm hungover I don't wanna live in this world. that's like denying wild rams to run free in the wild and frolic
I offer naked tickle fights and orgasms and you call it trouble. I call that Christmas.
I HAVE TOO MICH DICK TALKING TO ME IDK WHAT TO DO.
I literally blew him under my face mask. Not because I thought it'd protect me from COVID, but because I wanted to prove to myself that I could.
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