So chef boyardee smells exactly the same after you throw it up
i literally discovered the exact same thing last week. i had the lasagna one
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I finally beat you i just fucked my professor last night!!!\n\n
sry, psychiatrist trumps professor
he walked in on you at the party drunkenly dancing alone on the bed wearing mardi gras beads, sunglasses, and using one ski pole as a microphone.... and you STILL got laid. i dont get your life.
tolerance is too high. going on a liquor strike. ghandi style.
He tipped the stripper with quarters. After that not even the waitress would talk to us. I had to move to another table to get a lapdance
No I'm done finals, but I'm not coming home until these hickeys are gone.
I haven't found him passed out in the living room covered in noodles for a while now so I guess he's getting better with the drinking.
See, it wasn't that I broke my nose having sex. Its that I forgot about the bedposts...
Exactly. This is the bit where I learn a heartwarming lesson about not making my drinks half vodka
OH BABY IM HERE AND IN A BLANKET FORT
COME TO THE BLANKET FORT
It's like shitshowville, population: those girls.
just really comprehended the fact that I'm getting high at the same place I used to play as a child. the nostalgia and thc is mixing together in one, intense wave. WHO HAVE I BECOME
He would come to class in wrapped in nothing but a pink towel
I couldn't even tell you how many times I've said "wrong hole" today
First aid class means get dry humped by moderately attractive college students during heimlich maneuver training.
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