There is a guy standing at my bar right now wearing an affliction SUIT. I can't wait on him.
I just heard a guy scream "it must be five o' clock!!" and another guy screamed "somewhere!!!" out from different balconies.
We're going to play a drinking game. It's called "Senior Year of College."
Just crossed the line from casual pregrame to public intoxication. Shotgunning in a bus shelter.
Hahah fuck. I keep looking to make sure that stupid line doesn't show up when my guards are down. Babies can sense fear.
Go big or go home. i snuck in two beers in my bra. im here to win.
My going away gift was all of them dancing around with solo cups on their dick and balls...these are my friends
You are. Embrace it. But you are the right kind of asshole.
Boob shaped ice luge is ordered for my bday. Boom
I can't even drink.
The liquor comes out the nipples. Out. The. Nipples.
Will it be a clothes optional week when I get there? I have an amazing outfit of tattoos and toenail polish planned.
I fingered myself to realization that I don't need birth control if there is never a guy.
He is like the "hometown sweetheart", but a huge freak. Like "I'll come change your flat tire"....but then fuck you like an animal in the back seat.
My signature move is making guys wonder why they bothered in the first place
people keep driving by and judging me for drinking natty outside in my underwear at 9 am. rude.
still drunk on my way to class to give my presentation on the negative affects of alcohol on the body. hell yes.
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