Woke up this morning to a janitor hitting me in the head with his bucket in the hallway of my building. An alumni was next to me because we locked ourselves out of my room and couldn't figure out where my roommates were.
Played the LOTR drinking game last night. Ended up in boxers running thru the lot at ross's place screaming "for frodo"
I mean she's dancing like an epileptic patato and i'd like to slap her
I'm going to go hang out on a giant wooden pirate ship for 5 days.
She's not depressed. She's just sober. It's like the same thing.
I woke up wearing just my underwear and a headlamp at a different house than I remember passing out at. I told you irish car bombs are not made with an entire guinness.
my shower just felt like jesus cried on me. like he shed tears just for my shower.
When the officer tried to stop you, you just shouted your name in his face. repeatedly.
You are mentally unprepared to be exposed to my degree of perversion.
She made me take my shoes off outside her room but she didn't make me wear a condom. I am confused.
I had to run home with my hands covering my tits this morning. How does this keep happening?
Blacked out and Irish exited last night. At dinner. On a Sunday.
Dude I had sex with her and she STILL thinks I'm gay. I don't know what else to do.
Why exactly is there a butt plug on the counter?
sarah's view on last night: a threesome to make things less awkward. oh, well done.
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