Conclusion from last night: Sometimes being classy isn't as fun as making out with a guy on a pooltable in a bar. Happy birthday, Canada.
I just delivered a ham and cheese to a strip club. you were right this job is not that bad
I drank mimosas and played bocce ball in the middle of finals week...now i know how Comm majors feel all the time.
somebody put my brain in a crown royal bag and beat the shit out of it
No just sleep deprived. James woke me up at 7 and forced me to eat a hot pocket with him cause he " didn't want me to die".
how many lesbians have to have their hearts broken before they realise I am not that kind of DJ
I CAME HOME WITH MY NIPPLES PEIRCED! WE WERE CAMPING. IN THE MOUNTIANS. I DONT EVEN REMEMBER IT AT ALL.
Coming to you live from the floor of my office..
Just got escorted to my 7:45 class by an old woman because I was too hungover to not realize I was four floors too high.
Don't come. It's not even a party it's a total sausage fest. Like 20 drunk dudes in a bedroom. We can still drink by ourselves though it'll be ok
Who has the safety vest from this past weekend Additionally, who has the dancemaster glove?
You know you're doing well in life when weed is considered to improve your job performance
I'm definitely not going to be able to fuck him high. I won't be able to not laugh at his man boobs
admittedly, geting that drunk in front of my last two exes wasnt a good idea
probably didn't help that you cheated on them with each other either
I was totes going to lose it to him last night, but I cried and we ate mexican food instead.
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