How is it? Sketchville?
cheap drinks and peanuts cancel out any form of sketchiness
I'm pretty sure my roommate has taken plan B more times than i've had sex. Not sure how that makes me feel.
we got so high we spray painted his girlfriend's UGG boots. she's CRYING. it's hysterical.
We named our saturday intramural dodgeball team "we're hungover". Pretty much just an excuse to fuel my alcoholism on friday nights.
girl in the front row yawned. double jointed jaw. i know where i'll be sitting next class
I think I'm going to inject the gummy vitamins with vodka
I'm glad you're using your medical degree for some good for once
The cops just drove by on their loudspeaker going DO NOT DRINK THE WATAHH
I love boston
Need to stop getting stoned with this chick, I keep waking up covered in pizza sauce
I woke up in the ER. This living like theres no tomorrow really could mean theres no tomorrow.
I had a dream last night where I used the marginal product rule to figure out how much more hangover I got per sip of four loko, econ is taking over my life...
Well she started to strip and when she slung her hair at me, she painted my face with sweat. A LOT OF SWEAT. It was a weird boner.
its not like i called off work either time for the purpose of tripping, it was more like well, i have nothing to do now today, there is acid and im only human.. but twice
I'm more of a "get high and take a bath" kinda guy.
It looks like I jerked off a rainbow.
My mom just said "okay girls, the ONLY thing i ask is that you stay sober Saturday afternoon, until halfway through lunch. And you don't wear that crystal camo hat. This is a funeral, not a tailgate party"
Best wishes.
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