there should be a national holiday dedicated to how high i am
I woke up and my clothes were soaked in the shower and I was wearing a Ghostbusters uniform. I'm shocked she hasn't left me yet.
I definitely recall eating shredded cheese out of the bag while you were wearing that apron.
Im embracing the luau theme and maybe bringing a kiddie pool filled with alcohol. Im also embracing the high probability I will not remember this night.
whose ass print is on the piano?
No, the moral of my Oxford interview was "Never snort caffeine pills".
How does a law student 15 days away from graduation prepare for a pass fail final? Drinking beer, eating thick cut bacon, and watching game of thrones, that's how
I will be there. invited or not. I go where the pancakes go.
Trying to take a nap and my brain decides to play "lets have flashbacks every time you blew it with a chick in college". It's a montage of stupidity and youthful inexperience. I don't know whether to laugh or cry.
sitting in the kitchen naked and eating stirfry, random dude left my room saying thanks and gave me a bottle of wine. explain...
she keeps dunkaroos and gatorade in her bed. yep pretty sure im in love.
Apparently I've texted the word shitfucked so much it auto-completes it now.
Smoked a joint with mom, best Thanksgiving ever!
I just do things that aren't classy the classy way.
I mean, who hasn’t been fingered in there back of an Uber?
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