Dude I can't believe you let me go home with the wildabeast lastnight.
You always hook up with hot girls we had to know you were mortal
Yeah, i don't remember peeing. or meeting the girl.
I know it's not your turn to do the dishes, but since they're covered in your puke, it is.
you will always have a special place in my vag
beyond obliterated. i recall legitimately trying to use a ballpoint pen as eyeliner.
with all this snow coming, and no school, I figure why not try every possible liquor snowcone.
Just realized the guy is in my class. Unless there's another guy that had half his ear bit off at a St. Patty's party
why oh why did i suck thise tits. nothing but trouble fuuuuuu
they're both coked to the gills having a shouting match about the powers and abilities of godzilla. and using the wikipedia entry on the topic to support their respective arguments.
he's drinking beer at home in his underwear tonight and if you want to come over the dresscode is underwear only. And you have to bring beer.
spotted: something called the tunnel of opression. i feel like if we patricipated we wouldnt even be phased or we could run it better than them
The hot guy sitting next to me in the lib is reading a book called "Impersonal sex in public places." How wrong would it be to give him my number when I bounce?
You. Me. Frosting and a bed. Lets do this.
Uhh... I think I meant "Be proud, I'm taking shots before my public speaking test." "Coffee and vodka is not good" and "Also, I'm giving blood drunk."
wait i saw you last night?
we found you ass naked on the couch covered in pillows.
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