Times have changed. Freshman year I could throw my shirt in a bonfire and still get laid. Now when I puke in my girlfriend's bed on her birthday I'm "an asshole"
Woke up next to a tiki torch spooning a plastic flamingo on a welcome mat i've never seen before with a "happy valentines day" balloon tied to my wrist, oh yeah and "i am a cougar" is written on my chest in sharpee and all the kitchen furniture is upside down...
THEY WONT LEYT ME IN AND I REALLY NEED SOME FRUIT
I woke up smelling like the ciroc you tried pouring into my mouth last night. I think my clothes are still soaked
seriously this is one of those moments where im glad i dont really talk to or know the people i sleep with
When it gets to the point that I'm more comfortable being naked at his house than my own, it's time to readdress the fuckbuddyship.
i found the vodka. it was hiding in the orange juice.
Im deleting that text because its a possible ncaa violation
I know it may not be fiscally responsible to pregame fifty cent night, but I'm gonna go ahead and do it anyway.
today's workout consisted of me putting my fake in my sports bra and running to the liquor store.
the guy in front of me just bought a pound of bacon, a bouquet, and a case of budlight, i want to see THAT makeup sex
I think the world is coming to an end. Earthquakes, huricanes, floods, and now you say you LOVE him. Im building a shelter and going into hiding.
I was found on the hood of someone elses car... Who would've thought there were 2 white nissans?
I was the king of the handle race. My team finished it in 56 minutes.
you don't get it. Nobody wins a handle race. there just degrees of losing.