I have no voice and feel like lukewarm beer.
do you remember wearing her cheetah rainboots and making bacon shirtless?
she chased the tour bus screaming I BET YOUR DICK IS THE SIZE OF YOUR MICROPHONE STAND. i think its safe to say were never getting vip passes again.
Sorry for trying to force you and Robert to make out. I didn't realize how awkward it was until I woke up today.
He said he was going to "rock my world". I wonder if he too has a false sense of confidence and accomplishment stemming from a complete lack of honesty from our own female counterparts.
If I weren't her cousin I'd take advantage of her and this low point in her life.
It's 10AM, she's drunk blaring veggie tales and I have a paper to write you've got to be fucking kidding me
All I remember is folk music and a lot of drugs. I am never going "on an adventure" with you again
I'm going to assume that "the army of generous folk dancers" is no longer a goal you are willing to fulfill
i just tried to use a string cheese as a light source
He said he actually "met" me for the first time through a picture his housemate had of me, drunk and passed out in a pool of my own vomit, on the floor of his basement.
Always a gay best friend, never a bridesmaid
Dude, I'm thinking today is Single as Fuck Friday because that's how I'm feeling
Questions: How did Rachel get home? Why did I find both her ID's in my shoes? And does anyone know if she's alive?
Not sure she's stomping around my apartment muttering incoherently about wanting to speak to the colonel
Are we at that level of friendship where we can share slutty stories and not hold it against the other person at a later date ?
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