So guy #2, the dancer, is programmed into my phone under the name H.uy. His number- 11 digits. I should have stopped drinking.
In a bar in glasgow talking to a 12 year old about life. Welcome to Kentucky.
swear to god some girl just crawled out of the washing machine. this is intense.
Hit a parked car with a "property of Jesus Christ" bumper sticker. Wrote out five hail mary's and left it on the windshield.
No one knows who he is but he hasn't missed a shot in beer pong yet. He's dressed as lance armstrong and is tearing shit up.
He wanted to put Kesha on after he came in my mouth. I had to draw some sort of trashy, gay line.
Hooking up with him would mean my type has officially become... drug dealer.
She was trying to fuck the exchange student from France. His English is really bad and the music was loud so she just pointed to a beer bottle and then her vagina.
he was grinding on you and dedicated the song "I'm in Love With a Stripper" to you then started taking his own clothes off
Why does She think it's her duty to welcome in freshman through the welcome mat that is her vagina
im tired of her bring homeless men home when shes drunk. THEY ARE NOT FUCKING PETS!!!!
So Bodhi just sent me a pic of someone's balls with a message that says "I hope you all have a ballin' night." I don't even know what level of friendship to call this anymore.
Oh my god.
The ballsiest level.
We can get high as fuck when there are no orders. If not its cool. I just figured Take Your Blunt Buddy To Work Day.
It's all fun and games until you rupture a testicle
Fuck you, dude, I'm not sharing my weed anymore if you're going for the Panthers.
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