he walked in on you at the party drunkenly dancing alone on the bed wearing mardi gras beads, sunglasses, and using one ski pole as a microphone.... and you STILL got laid. i dont get your life.
it's kind of nice to have a picture of me making out with someone and actually know who it is for once
i've been thru my totinos phase. then after reading the ingredients and nutritional info i almost puked in my mouth. its like having the bastard child of pizza hut and mcdonalds invade your kitchen and start stabbing your digestive system.
love being home for thanksgiving just had grandma pick me up from the frat by her house
I do. There's a bald headed guy whose kinda hot. I might rub his head. I've only had 2 beers
Struggs. It's also 90 degrees out but I'm not sure I can feel heat or cold any more. Too hungover.
We literaly had to peel your fingers off the jose cuervo bottle and lock it in someones room
If I can't pick up a cat lady, I probably need to turn to Internet dating.
So we have also come to the conclusion that slam piece Saturday's are the appropriate follow ups to find a husband Fridays
Nothing quite like pre-gaming the Kentucky Derby with adderall and adderall. I'm fairly confident I could outrun all of these fucking horses in a foot race right now.
I just told him I want him to "take the reins". At least its festive sexting?
I have managed to reach the 'after meth poster look' before lunch here...
I lost my flask somewhere between dancing shirtless to The Spice Girls and walking around Wawa opening/eating things and putting them back.
Who the fuck cries when they're stoned?!
Sorry man I just really wanted a McChicken
There's a whistle here and I just want to play my whistle song on it.
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