Well, for starters you dressed up in all Green and kept singing that song from "A Goofy Movie". Then you made us call you Powerline for the rest of the night...needless to say no, you didn't hook up with her
you grabbed his arm with one hand and the bottle of smirnoff with the other and headed off to your room you were on a mission
I don't not like him. It's just wierd talking to him because we both know I fucked his wife.
Let's just say that watching the sunrise in a space helmet is really the only way to do it.
she's traveling up the coast with her camera and a stash of pot cookies eating food from different campuses. said she slept in a closet 2 states away last nite... of course I'm interested
just almost had a panic attack because i couldn't find the granola bar i put in my purse. i miss klonopin.
It was all going fine until I had to chug that strawberita bud light. That really ended badly.
On a scale of zero to "unmitigated disaster," how drunk is he?
I peed my pants and am still dancing with guys at the club because I liked my outfit too much to change. Call the ratchet emergency
You know your night is done when the police confiscate your bra at high school basketball game
we need to make pact to not cut each other's hair on coke and whiskey nights.
While I agree, I dont think thats realistically possible
I'm about to play another round of who's panties are in my car.
Who the fuck stole my fridge again
I tried to cut you?! I'm sorry! PS where's my hair?
Just had a threesome with my best friend and LSAT teacher...just checked three things off my bucket list in one night
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