you definitely held a convo with a hobo
we have a secret handshake
when she asked me if it was possible to swim under north america i knew it was time to leave.
you kept naming everything at the party...like "boy i'm going to make out with" and "table i'm going to dance on later"
You know you hit rock bottom when you make out with a guy named after a cereal.
Yes, that was me on the jumbo tron. No, i don't know why i was hiding.
i lost my airplane ticket and tried to board with a bar receipt in all the confusion. i have officially lost all brain cells in college.
I've reached the slutty point of no return. And it feels like multiple orgasms and coke lines
I'm sick of being the only unemployed member of the group. Doing things alone isn't partying. Its sad.
My only downfall is that I can only take shots in twos.
I lost my bra at his grandma's house so there's that.
She's going to jail in a few weeks but she just got a boyfriend. Yet I'm still single as fuck.
Because talking after sexting is equivalent to cuddling after sex
You some how ended up sleeping on one of the beams that run along the ceiling of your house
Well the cops were called after the kid fell, but we saw 4 cute guys from our window while it was going down, so it wasn't all that bad.
As long as it's more "this is where i see an issue" vs "psst.... tiddies" then i have no argument
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