I don't know what you were told but i for sure didn't sleep with any one but steve's couch.
part of it is the fact that im problem drinking, and the other part is my OCD wont let me leave the bottle half-empty.
Then they all walked away with the drinks I bought them, and the fat one slapped me in the face. I left and my car had been towed. Worst night ever.
Theres a fat guy wearing a speedo. Someone just got puked on, and didnt even react. Whats happening?
Interesting preview of what next year will be like. Side note, missing a chunk of flesh from my middle finger.
come over, blizzard of oz party. dress up.
She called to say she's single and blow job season is back.
Your cat is quite the conversationalist after some tequila and shrooms
Turns out I was the only one drinking. I broke one guy's bed and kicked another in the face. Then when an RA came by I shouted to let him in he's gonna find the vodka anyway. Great night
I have a new favorite bar game. It's called, get dressed up and go drinking alone then make up random stories of why you are alone to look less like an alc
Operation "Inform her family she stars in a sadistic lesbian porn film" is in full effect. She picked the wrong guy to cheat on.
Please assure him that the flying penis statue is for display purposes only.
OUR DIABOLICAL SLUT PLAN HATH COMMENCED!
I need to be her Aladdin, and show her the world. The sex world.
people keep driving by and judging me for drinking natty outside in my underwear at 9 am. rude.
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