I've come to the conclusion that as a grad student I would much rather prefer to get laid then get drunk
I think you know full well that a few years ago my stance was the polar opposite
I failed the drunk obstacle course of trying to find my bed... consolation prize... a sore ankle and "disappointed' parents.
i kno its fucked up..but id rather sleep it off than seek medical attention right now
Todays outfit involves shorts with embroidered fish. This kids gonna die.
she had the hairiest bush ive ever seen. it looked like a spoiled head of lettuce.
I went back up to the apartment to get her phone and when I came back she was peeing on the sidewalk
i think you ate grass..but you refused to open your mouth so we could see..
I remember coming home with a cat... I havent seen it all day. Shit.
Coming out of the blackout mid beej was nice. Seeing her face was not.
He tried to stick it in and I asked him what he wanted to name our child and he quit.
It's like if a cloud had tits and you laid on them.
On a completely unrelated note I think I have carpal tunnel
Again, totally unrelated
So I fucked him. Then I MC Hammer'd to the bathroom, where I did the robot in celebration of my accomplishment. And then I spent 10 mins fixing my toilet. But YOLO.
& I just realized there is no vomit smiley. There needs to be a vomit smiley
A 5 day bender that ended with refusing to pay my bar tab before I left the city. I offered to send them a selfie so they knew to never let me back in.
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