I'm so fucking centered right now
I may or may not have just irish jigged at a bar. And broken out in a sweat from it. Not a good sign for that marathon yo.
Just saw an old lady trip and stumble. Laughed. Kept Driving. I'm going to hell.
I have a voicemail from Mike at 1am. He starts to say something, but then throws up instead.
Countdown til Saturday. I'd assume we're somewhere around 10,000 bottles of beer on the wall.
they just tried to tell me they weren't big into drugs. A) it was the 70's. B) I've seen the pictures.
One of my students just told me turtles are lazy and need to get a job. Fuck yes, my job here is done.
"Take a picture of me motorboating molly" was probably not my best career move
I just wanna not walk straight. Is that too much to ask for?
We are taking shots for every green Lon-Capa box we get for the homework.
It was that same situation where "cuddling on the floor" was actually just code for "rough shameful hate sex" hahaha.
Apparently after awhile self preservation trumps libido. This is new news to me.
There's some band that practices next door to my apartment. I'm thinking we may need to check that out. I could be like, "Hey boys, thought you might like some lemonade and vagina."
Literally just inhaled three cinnamon rolls. Sara is staring. It was inhuman
we had to invent a new word for how drunk I was last night
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