the mandatory saturday morning class for those written up by RA's turned into a gold mine...just met EVERY hot chick that parties.
They're all gay and their wifi network is named HOMOS. I want to live with these people.
I just found puke in my bra..
She alternated between blowing me and feeding me bites of the sandwich she made for me.
There was a photo of his face glued to a lifesize Kim Kardashian cutout. By the end of the night he was doing shots out of medicine cups and making everybody hug it goodbye.
Woke up and there was a kayak in the pool. Are you alive?
she asked how her costume looked and all i could say was bars are dark right?
and lets be real... who can blow a middle school class's sunday school teacher and keep a straight face ever again? NOBODY.
We crashed a rave, threw glitter all over Gay Dan and the bartender, broke a chandelier and called ourselves the Kings of Neon.
I can't help but feel like we would be friends still if my phone didn't always capitalize BUTTLOAD...
That's how you know it was a good night if two months later you finally realized your skirt never made it home and you found out where it was.
Happy cinco de mayo!! Puke filled sombrero in the lawn needs to be picked up and whos never punched my fence boards in half needs to replace those by the way the owner of those panties (see attached photo) anytime you wanna cum over;-) hiii!
I just gate-crahed a party and met a state senator, so I had an interesting afternoon jog.
We sat at the bar and made fun of everyone around us. I'm in love
Punched myself in the face trying to open a bottle of Vicodin one handed. Night is going well.
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