All I remember from last night is puking up a box of cheeze-its and the building catching on fire.
Working on an important paper into the wee hours of the morning, and every time I type the word "situation," I can't help but think of effing Jersey Shore. Those guidos are now ruining my academic life.
Being this Hungover on Easter has brought my closer to Jesus... I swear he had to feel shitty like this after coming back from the dead
I don't care if its bassically 3rd world. A country without a drinking age is a country without a drinking age.
Besides, I'm not in my 30's. I'm still allowed to drink wine from a bag.
you spent 5 minutes trying to open an empty PBR and kept saying "don't worry i'll get it i've been working out"
they are using this drunk girl like a spin the bottle in the hot tub, whoever she lands on she makes out with.
just when i thought we would make it home without incident he tried to walk a police dog
Nobody has seen her in 3 days. Should we call the cops or hope this is just another drunk Carmen San Diego game she's playing?
I just realized I'm the burger in your burger and steak anology. Very disconcerting.
In case you're wondering what I'm doing, I'll be banging an 18 year old this weekend. Repeatedly.
Dead. I am actually dead. Also, worst nightmare confirmed: throwing up in a four hundred person lecture.
Why do I have this feeling like this is heading in a slightly threesome-y direction
I need your opinion, is it ACTUALLY sweet that a booty call offered to walk me home with an umbrella because it was raining, or is that just low standards?
Do you think in an oreo forest they would have rivers of milk?
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