Its ok relax. i can tell ur gonna start raggin. talk 2 u next week
You are possibly the most enthusiastic, likable bad influence I've ever met.
at home by myself drinkin the left over champagne from my party... who says my birthday has to end?
Drinking in an igloo changes everything.
and i think we compared dick sizes, then high fived...
I don't know. I guess at the end of the day I wanted taco bell more than a boyfriend.
Totally get that.
I woke up to you in just boxers at my door at 7a.m. with you saying how many squrriels you counted on the walk back, then you made me penis shaped pancakes
I was the one passing out cake at the bars
Which genius got me a voicemail of myself puking?
we all took turns holding you up and pretending that you were simba and that we were presenting you to the jungle
I'm sick of being the only unemployed member of the group. Doing things alone isn't partying. Its sad.
Hey, remember when Hot Stuff played in the back of the ambulance? Or no, cause of your concussion...
After my mom met Tanner, she literally turned and said "he's from old money, top of his class at Emory, already has doctors courting him for jobs and judging from your vocal performance the other night, he's gifted in bed. Fake a pregnancy right now"
I come from her. Holy hell.
You attract beautiful men with jobs. I attract ONE WITH A SOUL PATCH.
it was a sexy soul patch.
Pretty sure when I woke up the next morning we were still fucking. It just didn't stop.
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