So I pulled my t-shirt down, pushed my boobs up and marched right into that church!
She has an album entitled "my photography", which consists of about 80 different pictures of a tractor that she took on her cell phone. I'm all for freedom of expression, but come on.
Soup is not an acceptable meal before doing that many Jager bombs
I'm fighting fire with fire. When my parents interrogate me about what I was doing last night, I tell them the truth. Every disgusting, awkward detail. I'm 23 now and they need to get used to it.
I'd like to say yes, but I nearly lost my shit when I assumed there was no back to my house. I am not strong enough for hallucinations.
I don't have to hold her hair back as she blows me but I do have to hold the ball on the Santa hat
so it took us like 45 minutes to get into the party.... then when we wanted to leave we were blocked and forced to stay.
....you got kicked INTO a party??
you guys have a strange definition of the word fun. I would have said dangerous, terrifying, or life-threatening. of course, bowling can now be described the same way.
What section do you want to sit in? The screaming girls section or the "when you guys were popular I was straight and pretended not to like you guys" section?
The guy I'm talking to drunk texted me his essay last night and he asked me to revise it
I have never encountered a chode in the wild
The highlight of the trip was definitely my dad telling me that I "used to be his prettiest daughter."
that was the most beautifully crafted sentence ive ever read that involved the phrase "genitals or whatever"
Just got my LSAT score...if you need me I'll be drunk in a ditch somewhere.
I woke up to the smell of shame and vomit in my hair... went to the bathroom to shower and passed out... woke back up naked with the blow dryer on... thanks for making my birthday a success
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