we're talking about where were going. or where we stand. but yeah we'll basically be doing it in the hallway so just ignore us
I'm in the dining hall. that same guy is here again, the one who sits alone and talks to his silverware.
This kid is drunk.
I hope by "this kid" you mean yourself and not some child you have kidnapped and gotten wasted.
she kicked me out for pissing in the recycling bin. I mean, is it really THAT big of a deal?
I would get the one fuckin stripper that's a lesbian. THE ONLY ONE
you were just eating all his cookies and kept mumbling "them crumblies" when the crumbs got on your shirt.
The only thing I really remember is repeating "I hope I still have a job on Monday". Oh and pulling my boob out of my dress.
So I take it the company Christmas dinner went well then...
my greatest accomplishment from the city of diplomacy is that i puked at a table of 5 diplomats and my professor and NONE OF THEM NOTICED
I know you think I'm being paranoid, but can you please make sure Danny doesn't rub my wedding invitation on his balls?
ok is that genuinely the first four bars of mozart's symphony #40 sharpied onto my arm or
We had a deepthroating contest with breadsticks at Olive Garden
It was the easiest thing I've ever done. 3am she walked into my room, saw my Buffalo Bills blanket, said go bills and got naked.
Are you okay? You're not sitting at home on facebook. I'm worried about you.
my nextdoor neighbor called me saying "um hey, your mom just stumbled into bed with me and my husband, can you please come get her?"
Vegas never ceases to amaze me. Hung out with a stripper from ATL all night and got nuthin, but the next night meet a bride-to-be who gives me a bj in the elevator.
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