im typing and i feel like my hands are on backwards.
Stop texting me, I'm right here.
I'm in the dining hall. that same guy is here again, the one who sits alone and talks to his silverware.
If I die and they 'assume' it's natural causes, just go with it.
I'm in the library if you wanna come give me library head.
Only you can can turn Jenga into a drinking and then a sex game.
uh, 3 redbulls and 400mg of caffeine pills and i still feel like life is in slowmotion..lets not take tranquilizers again.
It's okay. My lingerie drawer is skanky enough for the two of us. Even across borders.
WHY IS MY CAR MISSING A DOOR YOU BITCH
budget cuts
YOU CANT BLAME EVERYTHING YOU DO WHILE DRUNK ON BUDGET CUTS
budget cuts are serious business
Yeah haha but we have no idea where his keys are. Last night was awful. Him and Chancey were in a fully embraced bro hug at one point. Both crying.
After the party last night, I dreamt I continued drinking... Apparently my subconscious didn't think I'd had enough...
dude he's still passed out in my bathtub. and his dick is half way in a 40 bottle... i really hope he was just trying to piss in it
Talking to her is like watching "Bad Life Choices: The Movie"
I need to stop acting like a porn star that isn't getting paid
wtf guys I thought we agreed on no more knives. So much for not destroying the house
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