I spent a large portion of the night trying unsuccessfully to keep hayley (who was wearing a dress and no underwear) from doing handstands, but yea it was fun. the boys had fun
I would blow Magic Johnson for a pack of lucky strikes right now. Post-hiv.
So I just walked into the bathroom, and there was this kid, talking to his mom, while taking a shit. I flushed the toilet next to him and heard him say into the phone, "No, I'm not. I'm in my dorm."
She compares her life to Teen Mom. She's 28.
It's a self-perpetuating puke chain.
Keep your head up. His game is good, and you should be honoured to be a notch on his wall. If it makes you feel better, if it wasn't you, it was going to be me.
I'm missing a sock, a boot, and antlers. We need to get on that.
So the " I'm gay but curious" thing worked. You owe me 50 bucks.
Dave called me blind fucking drunk thinking he was going to die from drinking with drake bell(wtf?) saying "it's all that drake motherfucker's fault" and later proceeded to tell me "you are my twitter"
Want to do me the honour of waxing my legs again before I go to Mexico? I feel like it's a tradition we shouldn't break.
I think we can say happy hour is successful when you have frosting and southern comfort in your hair.
You can tell by the way he cuddles that he's got mommy issues
You know your late night booty call was a huge fail when you go back to your car after it's over, and it's still warm.
You know what i hate? I hate when the ppl you drunkenly made out with actually want to talk to you sober. It just doesn't work that way sir.
How'd things go with that guy last night?
He threw up in the consol in my car then started crying about his ex girlfriend.
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