you just used a box of cheese-its to get into the bar
I really couldn't tell if she was disgusted with the fact that I yacked on her shoes, or if she was about to do the same to me.
btw good call for not making out for a pitcher of vodka, this hangover is bad enough
He gave up on mugging us when Dave wouldn't stop laughing. He was wiggling his finger at the knife and making baby noises and giggling. The guy just walked away.
He tried eating fireworks, to stop him being hungover in the morning. Where do you keep finding these people?!
the cops were hovering over him then shinned a flashlight to the floor above ours, then I realized that some fucker jumped from the third story.
fuck our hall.
I tried to make friends with the geese living behind Hughes. They didn't really like that idea.
Are you high?
Do I not have a Brazilian bc of my boyfriend situation or do I not have a boyfriend bc of my brazilian situation?
Btw he dated my mom. You're Eskimo siblings with my mom. Good job.
You're lucky you got out when you did, about an hour later the girl in the Franzia box started wrestling everyone.
At least I got steroids and a baguette out of the deal
I'm driving to work hungover. I feel like I got hit by a train and then drank that train too.
thats all i want out of life, to get high and watch weiner dog races
Is it just me or is it like a girl gets married and all of a sudden she’s a “blogger”?
Ya that dick wasn't worth burning a perfectly good pizza.
You live and learn.
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