So I pulled my t-shirt down, pushed my boobs up and marched right into that church!
weed, chlorine, and victory. my bed smells like i had sex with michael phelps.
That girl you went home with last night was dressed in a bright blue sweats at the bar. 205lb Smurffete FTL. Boy were you in epic form.
It's called 'beer pong' not 'everclear and coke pong' for a reason...
he just asked if we wanted to go to an arts and crats club with him tomorrow. every day it becomes harder for me to defend his sexuality
i feel like this needs to be a 'lose some teeth' kind of weekend.
Who the fuck was that guy he kept pulling his dick out walking up to people trying to hand it to people and saying go ahead open the door like it was a door knob
We turned a watering can into a margarita bong.
You're dick is like the main character. It needs its own picture.
This is what we get for finishing a whole box of Franzia by ourselves
if you were broke and planning on using koolaid as a tequila chaser which flavor would you pick?
I had to carry him up the hill while he was wearing nothing but knee high socks and a blue glitter sequin leotard.
Why is this not a picture message?
Walking back to my car from the campus library and just saw a Nuva Ring on the sidewalk. If that doesn't scream college life, idk what does.
I was not drunk enough for that final.
so i might have slept on your bathroom floor last night...
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