nothing as in nothinggggg kills the mood for me is when a girl with 4 cm nipple hair
we have officially mastered the walk of shame
So Ive decided I have serious issues. Im walking around the school with a bag labeled booze money collecting from people while slightly hungover at 8:20 in the morning, and nobody is questioning me.
Judging that there's a photo of me getting head while sitting on a graveyard tombstone.....not good.
All i've done since I got back to my room today is take a three hour nap. Like, I even planned to change my pants and haven't even done that yet.
I tried carrying you from the bathroom to your bed and you begged me to bring the toilet too
He left me a five minute voicemail apologizing for chasing me with a meat beater. I'm actually not sure what that means.
I just keep sniffing it hoping for an explanation.
I have a question: does pizza dipped in chili sound good or am I just really high?
Well, it's hard to say. Last night he puked a perfect circle around him on the floor, and then sat in it insisting it would protect him from the smoke monster. He's was still there last time I checked.
I feel like all of the victims from Seven. Best birthday weekend ever.
Idk he's just laying there passed out with a French fry up his nose and without any pants on. Boner and everything.
Listening to Whitney Houston sing the National Anthem while I shit before going out tonight. America.
No more vodka shots for you. Last night you begged a man on your knees to sell you his beard. He had no beard.
And that facial hair. He might as well shave it so it spells "douche" on one cheek and "nozzle" on the other.
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