we are learning about oedipus in english. fuck you for making this awkward for me
we need to drink 2009 down the drain
There's guys at my school running around throwing potatoes shouting "remember the famine." makes me proud to be Irish.
I'm going to skip that pointless convo with Mark, stick with the "we're talking" status, and bone barely legal, borderline gay, preppy guys on the DL.
I feel like if you stuck me in a room with all my old toys it'd be the best high ever.
you were passed out snoring, face down with all your clothes still on and 20 minutes later you sat up and said "FUCK YES" and then passed out again.
is it sad that i can describe this night as "the night that i was sober" and we all know which night it was. like literally one night of sobriety.
He threw up. He never throws up. It was like finding out superman cant fly anymore. I was so sad for him.
I'll pass on that plan. The lack of my penis in new vaginas is no where on the itinerary.
Dude I was walking down the street and threw up in a plastic cvs bag. Tequila wins again.
I am sorry. I am also on acid.
I spent the whole ride asking the cabbie if people ever have sex back there, and if he wanted me to make that number one higher.
moral of my life: don't tell a guy you want to have sex with him. he'll get back together with his ex.
Can you come unlock the door? I just peed myself on the porch.
I'm pretty sure ignoring the person that just sent you a picture of their boobs is bad nude etiquette.
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