dear roomies, would anyone wanna donate the booze they left in the fridge over break to the "your roomies snowed in and all alone" fund?
I am currently eating pure cake frosting...I am not sure how I was ever referred to as a responsible adult.
Some kid just walked into class with his schedlue written on a keystone box.
I just found a thank you note I apparently wrote to my bed last night for letting me borrow the comforter.
Irrelevant. Does he have queso? That's the real question.
I need to get a job that holds me accountable for something. Otherwise I wake upon Monday wondering when the booze store opens and if I still have a boyfriend.
In 2009 his now husband dressed in a sailor onesie and heels for pride so he needs to REMEMBER how to party
gay sex achievement: unlocked
what
you told me you were going out for groceries!!
"This is Emily. She likes potatoes. And sometimes laughs and cries at the same time, and has a wonderful butt"
I'll say this one last time. You are TWENTY FIVE YEARS OLD. You are not going to die alone and this is not the twilight of your life. Stop taking shrooms on your period!!!!
2015 is the year I FINALLY ALMOST had enough dick to satisfy me.
It will be the shitshow of all shitshows.
I'm still alive btw, in case you were worried about my well being.
I would just like to say that I was the one who said that we should find scissors, when they were cutting your hair with a kitchen knife. I am responsible.
I still feel bad for it, even though I technically only videotaped it and helped will to distract the questioning neighbor
You need to get a passport so we can carry our bad decisions over the border
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