i just got a clause named after me in the 'alcohol and drug use' section of the handbook. this is certainly a warning sign.
we can't become the bulimic house in the complex dude. Besides, you need teeth for your career.
ex-cheerleader. ex-gymnast. ex-dancer. i dont even know who to go for tonight
We need to tone down the drinking before our 7pm class. I don't remember receiving any of these handouts.
I'm venturing to your corner of this sin house in t minus 2 minutes.
I got written up at work for smelling like sex and vodka. Still not sure how they put that into professional terms.
Do you remember me making bird noises at the bartender with some guy at the bar last night?
And my only real exposure to Russian culture is you and Internet porn.
And I just found out I called my debit card a fast food passport so I dont deserve to live
I told her I was dressed as a gag reflex judge.....she won, literally hands down.
Look, you don't know disfunction until you've sat on the john taking a shit and crying while totally sober.
Glitter fights sound a lot funner in theory.
Some bitch is passed out in a pool of vomit. Fucking lightweight, it's only 8.30.
Oh, wait.. That's you.
So on a scale of 1-10 how mad would you be if I sent you a picture from the inside of a strip club
My first hangover at work. I'm officially an adult.
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