I've thrown up so many times in the third floor bathroom of Baldwin that they should probably just go ahead and name it after me.
He lit his shirt on fire at the bar by putting a lit cigarette in the pocket to "save for later."
Security said no more parties of this kind. To me that translates to Theme party this weekend.
Empowerment dancing to Touch Me in the Morning by Diana Ross. Handling this breakup SO well.
i feel like there is just so much pressure to sex him up, its like the weight of the world is on my vagina.
he got all sad that i was going to fuck his roommate, so i just asked him if it would make him feel better if I let him motor boat me. i am such a saint.
Well anyways I still cant believe I don't remember such a monumental day in history as you showing me your boobs... Jesus
You're the common denominator of my blackouts.
Why did you fed-x me a peanut butter sandwich?
It seemed like the thing to do. There's popcorn on it too.
STOP smoking sooo much weed. Damn
They came over the loud speaker and said "no laying on the dance floor.." I thought i was dancing, but apparently that's just the way it started out.
I'll tell you that it involved a pair of pliers and a trip to the ER.
I demand a full explanation right now.
you ass-dialed me while you were fucking my ex.
that was on purpose.
He knocked me over backwards in my chair. I had a beer in each hand. Didn't spill a drop.
Also I literally googled "how to fold socks" so that's how my day is going. How's yours?
I'm about 40% drunk. You know, not drunk enough to light the bar on fire, but drunk enough to let the cougar hit on me.
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