I dont know whether to be proud of myself for not driving, or being proud that i was so messed up I couldnt drive
before i die, we are going to oregon and playing oregon trails for real. like putting things in a hat & people will pull out whether they live or die. and they die of fun things like typhoid, dysentary, or hunting accident.
four loko is apparently banned in the us. so i think its time for us to stock up. i already emailed them about buying them in bulk
The bride says you won't want any of the single ladies...
Let's let the open bar be the judge of that.
I'm finding that as the end of the quarter approaches, the list of things I refuse to do sober keeps getting longer.
He brought a jar of pickles to the party. So now I've had beer, animal crackers, AND a pickle since noon.
He called it restless penis syndrome. I call it cheating.
Walk back down Church toward Mass Ave. Take a right and head for the guy in a kilt on top of the really tall unicycle. C u soon!
i would compare it to sliding down a velcro-covered fireman's pole naked. no more bearded men for me.
you made cordon bleu at 4am and declared you were Marshall Stewart
Did I, at any point last night, say I was dying?
I probably would do him if given the chance but how awkward would Bible study be after that.
Just saw a car towing a guy on skis drive by so that’s how Syracuse is doing today.
Did I honestly think it was a good idea to wear my pink robe out in public at 2 in the morning ?
Dude I had my dad cock block me once
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