Dude. Creed is coming in september.
We're no longer friends.
Shit. Come in my room. Bring a trashcan and an icepack
He poured all of the vodka into the sweet tea and said that tomorrow it would be called 'surprise drunk.' then we had sex.
Boxed wine mondays was one of our finer ideas
When I said to shut up, I meant it. I'm sorry you have a bald spot now, but it was necessary.
Was it high me or sober me who put those Jolly Rancher sticks in the freezer? I'd be soooo impressed if it was high me.
I guess I made wings because there's chicken everywhere. Even on the walls. 3 of them. It's like a chicken grave yard.
Itll be like a collage of penis. And not that abstract, one penis in a big painting contemporary shit. Collage....
I still count it as showing your tits. Even though the wall was the only one who saw anything. Your boyfriend was pissed.
I work nights. I sleep in. I take online classes. And fuck bad bitches. I'd say those are some perks to grad school.
I'll pass on that plan. The lack of my penis in new vaginas is no where on the itinerary.
Basically I will actually need a reindeer pulled sleigh to make it to all the penises in one night.
I AHVE A WINE BUCKETTTTTTT
on a campus of 30,000 people, i should not be able to see every single guy I've ever hooked up with at one party.
Well, I was arguably the most sober adult in the house by 1 in the afternoon, so I'd say Superbowl Shitshow was a success.
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