I'm going to an arts college, I live next to the frat houses, and my room number is 420. god has plans for me and I couldn't be happier.
I am wasted and people are fist pumping. This should not happen on the west coast.
the entire lecture hall sighed when the prof announced that there will be an exam on 4/20
My mom asked me if I was being satisfied, sexually. And then discussed positioning.
well after we realized that his best friend and my twin sister were hooking up it was kind of an unsopken agreement that we would too
Let's go free Charlie Sheen and party with him
Yea idk it was like early in the morning and you were walking around with no shoes carrying a printer
Everytime the frat boy touches his bro's ass after making a cup take a drink
No night ever ends well that starts with "you know what this needs? More tequila".
Using a miniature baseball bat to kill a mosquito in the house may not have been the most efficient or safest way, but that thing is fucking dead. However, so are three wine glasses, a lamp, and my baseball bat privileges. Worth it.
Yeah I mean once a gun is being waved around, its probably a good time to leave the party
But the music was sooo good
Never in a million years thought I would have to put jello shot recipe/equation into an excel spreadsheet
I fell out of the car while it was moving then got puked on then puked and cried about then got back in the car and puked out the window when we started moving again
We should have a mid-burrito sex-break, too. Just so we don't get too full all at once
Good point.
You have to commit to sexting. You can't just quit right after I send you pictures of my asshole.
Seriously, come on.
I feel like there's a picture of my ass on the internet right now.
I hate you.
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