I don't smoke a lot but now and then I do. Weed and I are like still standing naked in a bathroom together deciding if we should blow one another or bolt for the exit. An awkward relationship.
we were so desperate we resorted to lego blocks. nuff said.
Pretty sure I saw a dude across the room give this girl the international hand gesture for "I'm going to fist you later", she seemed ok with it.
I vaguely remember chanting "USA" at the pool when we were talking to the Frenchies.
We were pointing at fat people and chanting USA.
Also you know what's worse than drunk texting? Drunk leaving soup on your hot neighbor's porch.
Off topic, but is it sad that Matthew and I are calculating how much sex we need to have in order to work off a taco bell burrito?
Ok here's the state of the situation: We're alone in a strange city with strange people with nothing but alcohol and sprite, I think we're gonna make it.
Hey, I took a sweater from your house. And, um, your little brother's virginity.
Just bought shock top, Trojans, double shots and baby oil. At 8 am. While the lady in front of me bitched about her expired coupons.
Do you ever just feel like you can feel hormones radiating from your uterus?
Like seriously, I would not be going if there wasn't pizza
Even his sexts are poetic. He said breasts instead of tits so I'm gonna lock this shit down asap
Would I do it again? Probably not but still,I don't regret a single ratchet thing I've done in college.
Throwing up in a storm drain... Not my finest moment.
But my shoes looked boss
Going back to our hometown to help Gramma move. Thinking we should see if we can fuck on the desk of the homophobic coach who first introduced us while in town.
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