get home. someone threw up in the fishtank last night.
He's my palate cleanser. He's my mint sorbet. He's my saltine cracker. He's who I fuck between people to make the next one better.
Sad news: I might have to institute a "once-per-day" policy on getting trashed downtown. Sorry, reputation.
I'm naked and wearing a cowbell.i love med school.
Bad behavior is like a petri dish that grows organically In my heart
You crossed every boundary on the boundary spectrum last night. You're like the illegal immigrant of drunk actions. No more holiday drinking for you.
When you get here, kick me in the balls. It's really important. - I'll explain later.
Think I can pull off edward 40 hands before class?
You might end up in the wrong class.
I'm a COM major, they're all the wrong class.
He did leave his bud tall boy and 2 choco tacos, so not a total loss.
Just considered playing a drinking game with powerade with my sister so she would get some fluids in her. I do so well with sick people.
I feel like the universe head butted me in my balls. That hungover.
.... My lady balls. Cuz I'm a lady.
I just realized in a weird reversed way I hustled a stripper last night
I think my nap took me to another dimension
I made out with the uber driver for free weed, I thought he deserved it
easy for you to say. you're not the one who has to explain why you woke up with a pineapple and a used condom.
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