I've come to the conclusion that as a grad student I would much rather prefer to get laid then get drunk
I think you know full well that a few years ago my stance was the polar opposite
Fiestas. Its like a classier verson of mardi gras.
Whoever had sex in my bed during the party last night left a glow in the dark condom on my floor. I'm not even mad anymore, I just want to know who it is so they can tell me where to get one.
Just looking for some anal play. An attempting to read atonement. The highbrow/lowbrow divide is striking.
I'd bet your vomit would be flammable at this point. Can I try to light it?
We wouldn't be friends if you didn't.
Periouds do not concern me. Biploogival needs are buological needs.
Did strip banana grams actually happen last night
New life rule, no banging opera singers. I might be a little deaf now
He asked me if the reason I slept around is because I grew up in a broken home. I am so done fucking Christians.
I'm high. Everything has a 45° angle. That is as far as my eyes open
She's like the Jonah Hill of sorority sisters.
It's official. I have spent more money on weed than on textbooks this semester.
she just kept straddling the railing to the stairs and shouting "come on Seabiscuit, lets win this for America."
you asked if you could borrow my vagina for the night
If there's someone that knows accidental pantlessness, it's Mike.
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