arkansas has a gas station called kum and go....story of my life
just landed in detroit. Currently holding a bag of my own vomit. neighbor told me it was the most graceful vom she has ever seen. Kicking off bar exam week in style.
omfg. get on facebook. the science olympiad team had a rave.
found used condoms and an omlet in my uggs. I'm disgusted but not surprised.
Todays life lesson brought to you by last nights half pitchers of cheap sangria: you'll never get the stain or the SMELL of sangria vomit out of your bedroom carpet.
It all boils down to, who else do we know that is willing to buy our friendship?
rigging a system to keep my jello shots cold in class. important election day work.
How was that my fault?! I made you breakfast and gave you cake, as you asked. Then, you initiated sexual activity.
I have bad memories with every alcohol but we manage to work through the problems for the good of the relationship
I'm just now starting to feel better... I remembered sleeping on the floor. I was peeing and saw his rug and it looked so comfy
Not sure if buying Twisted Teas for the alcoholics posted up outside the gas station counts as paying it forward but I am optimistic.
Now all I have unanswered questions and a fucked up finger
is 250 jello shots considered an open container?
With a word you would own me. At your command I would walk to your house completely naked.
Despite evidence suggesting otherwise, it turns out max is 100%straight.
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