I found out why we traded puke covered dresses in the bathroom.
Found a pint glass in my snow pants.
Puked in the hotel lobby and just kept walking. I love mardi GRAS.
I can't leave. She doesn't trust me and my penis being out in the world without supervision.
I'm also 3/4 on the frats. Its like my goal of traveling to all 7 continents, but different somehow and a lot less morally sound.
I had to stop mid sex to take my turn on words with friends so he wouldn't get suspicious. Hookup of the night helped me. We won.
Fantastic. I'm pretty cold, tired, dirty, and hungry, but that comes with an adventurous weekend. Who needs a wallet or keys anyway? I could totally be homeless.
You need to tell him your pregnant or we need to stop playing doubles beer-pong. My liver is begging you.
I just bid on a $9000 car because I think its my ex-girlfriends. Yes I wanna hit that again.
I feel like an elephant shit on me and left me to be miserable
I took a hang over nap infront of the door to my 9am class
I really really need to have and out of body experience just so I can talk to myself about this shit that I'm doing with my life.
I don't want my vagina anymore.
And then you screamed, "I JUST WANNA POUR MAPLE SYRUP ALL OVER HIM AND RAVISH HIS BODY!!"
Was I just dreaming, or was there a corpse at work last night?
She was just sleeping.
Is it bad that I'm kind of disappointed by that?
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