dude i'm inner monologue high
Rosebud was a fucking sled. Gay.
Im handcuffed to some kid i hardly know. there are no cops involved
3 st and 6 ave. One dollar pitchers. Look out world.
words cant express how excited I am to make January 1st our own personal version of The Hangover
Intervention is following me on twitter.
wow.
i can now proudly say that ive peed off of a balcony overlooking the pacific ocean AND a balcony overlooking the atlantic ocean
I can't remember dinner
Hahaha "rub in the ketchup on your face, It'll just look like blush." some gay waiter said that to you, and you go "good idea!"
My trash can accurately represents my weekend: Bojangles wrappers and magnums.
Also send boobie pics with bobs burgers in background its the only way to get me off anymore
First thing I find in the car I just pick up from my grandpa? A discount card for the strip club down the road from his apartment. The force is still strong.
I was just dry heaving outside of the Chem building when a guided tour walked by. Welcome to the Maritimes kids...
You had all day to plan ahead & get mixers, so whose fault is this sobriety?
Questions: How did Rachel get home? Why did I find both her ID's in my shoes? And does anyone know if she's alive?
Gotta love college... Pregamed for my 8:30 flight home this morning and gave the flight attendants all high fives when I got on the plane. Best ride of my life.
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