So I'm really hungover walking to work and these douches from comcast on bikes ask if they can take a picture with me to show that they're doing their job. The picture: me, this chick from comcast, i'm holding a 2 ft. pixie stick, a comcast flyer and i'm puking in the parking lot. sounds like their doing a good job!
how was your day?
fuck the small talk. are you bringing the liquor tonight or am i?
we need a dd. For wednesday. At lunch. What are we doing with our lives?
succeeding
the orgasm was like being thrown to the other end of reality, so getting a nosebleed from it wasnt too upsetting at that point
Any idea who the guy in my bed tagged as rattlesnake dick might be?
Apparently you need a permit for a flamethrower.
It's pitch dark except for the glow sticks, someone turned the heat up as high as it would go and the bathroom is flooded. Also think I just stepped on someone's face.
University has ruined us all. I just had to clarify the last time I had sex as "No, not at the party we crawled home from in the snow. It was the one where you puked off the balcony and hit the barbecue."
Just a warning... Flip, sip, or strip always ends in all participants being naked. Learning from experience.
My mouth is so dry that I'm about to put a straw in a jar of Vaseline and chug. This all addi diet definitely has its ups and downs.
Do drug dealers work on Memorial Day?
When I woke up I had 6 missed calls making sure I was ok and asking if I remember showing my tits to a picture of her baby.
It isn't about the beer pong. It is about the destruction of the patriarchy.
it's my fake id's birthday. i'm wearing a hat, and i have a beard. i'm untouchable. TO THE BARS!
There are only a few things more freaky than wandering around a zoo drunk.
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