Well I thought that next 8 ball would either kill us or turn us into Gods
Conclusion from last night: Sometimes being classy isn't as fun as making out with a guy on a pooltable in a bar. Happy birthday, Canada.
3 different guys in my psych class know me as 3 different names and said hi to me with all 3 different names-Andrea, Grace, and Bella
I've never been more proud of you
Did I tell you that you looked cute last night? I looked at the pictures. I lied.
Because it is about to snow, I sent him for Diet Coke and cigarettes. It's the gay version of milk and bread.
he put $150 on the cabs dash so 9 of us could pile in and ride 3 blocks to the apartment.
We are not buying weed off a guy from the internet.
When you called me you were telling a hobo that you couldn't spare ten bucks bc that was your beer money. All your words were slurred.
Fuck him.
Dude where are you? I've been here an hour and all I've done is get head from a random in the stairwell.
so getting blacked out last night has made my lips so beautifully red for pictures today... and they say nothing good comes from alcohol
Bro, if we got a house, it'd basically be a revolving door for slightly overweight, but extra cute, sexually deviant girls with daddy issues.
This is not a drill. I need a cape. And a tuxedo. Simultaneously. Repeat. NOT. A. DRILL....
He passed out in my car.
What's the problem?
HE'S STILL IN MY FUCKING CAR.
I'm hungover from the 8pm vodka and still drunk from the 5am beer.
What happened to your back?
Rug burn. My ass is even worse.
Randomize
