Beer is about to convince me to do something really stupid.
It's weekends like this that make it obvious why we have to pay to come to college.
im wtih 32a right now bc 34d is on her period. now i know how girls feel when their hookups go from magnums to regulars
Out of beer. Salsa pong. Never again.
I smell like fire and strippers. Successful sunday funday.
You said your legs stopped working and then pulled yourself around the floor with your hands.
That explains the wood chips stuck in my nipples.
It's raining beautiful colors and I don't know what the fuck is going on
Fell twice in five points. on my face. literally during a cross walk. The cars just went around me. 21st birthday memories right there
I will expect an hourly check text to confirm you are alive and that you aren't dead in a ditch somewhere with a hobo dry humping your corpse
I successfully navigated a full, lengthy interaction with my dad in which he never asked me if I was freshly baked. 10 points.
My boss stocked the communal fridge with Gatorade. It's like he wants me to come in hungover.
Well the hawks lost... so, of course, the only logical course of action was a bonfire in the middle of the street.
All I have in my purse is 10 cents and a plastic ducky.\nI can't explain last night.
might I remind you I fucked a 21 year old and almost did coke with strangers? you definitely came out on top
This is the weekend we were supposed to be in Vegas making bad decisions hoping no one got VD, not stuck at home for the 900th day in a row
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