I discovered the grieving process is shock, denial, anger...and then something about drinking until you puke on yourself
It smells like wine and fried chicken. Im confused and intrigued.
no where in the syllabus does it say "no alcoholic beverages allowed".
i'm pretty sure the only people calling it "sexting" are ones who don't actually do it
It would just be icing on the fucked up cake we're baking, if he got me pregnant.
he said he needs a little more pabst, some time to jack off and a sandwich and he'll be ready
It only takes one line of cocaine, and you try to shotput a fucking kitchen table
He said he was a banker. Then he told me he made 15 an hour. I said he was a shitty banker then fucked his friend.
Your first mistake was thinking that you could get through the day without drinking a single bottle of alcohol. Your second mistake was wearing shark boxers.
mid-october of freshman year. goals have shifted from "no more guys on my floor" to "all the guys on my floor."
What happened last night dude?
YOU SHIT ON MY FUCKING COFFE TABLE THATS WHAT FUCKING HAPPENED!!!
You start to question your morals when you wake up at 430 and there's three people naked...that you don't no
I think we might need a safe word for this...
I'm drinking because I just started here and every single person I work with wants to quit and when I asked a coworker how she's doing she literally just started crying.
If it's any consolation she turned out to be has a collection of clown dolls she talks to crazy. And the cops knew why I was calling when she key locked the door from inside.
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