We basically counted to 3 and then dumped each other.
fuck. did you have to draw it on me with a permanent marker
i threw up on the blunt... he was pissed.
The sun is out and the snow is finally starting to melt here... Vodka bottles keep popping up everywhere. Guess it's the college version of burying nuts for the winter
I woke up wearing just my underwear and a headlamp at a different house than I remember passing out at. I told you irish car bombs are not made with an entire guinness.
Just realized the guy is in my class. Unless there's another guy that had half his ear bit off at a St. Patty's party
We eventually had to ration the melon vodka. 10 pushups per shot. THATS why my arms hurt
Mike is so stoned. I just heard him quietly mutter to himself "rock a piss" as he walked down the hall to the bathroom
So in Aca Taco on grad night 1am, this bitch walks in alone drunk as fuck in her gown to the front of the line and says, "I graduated today...thank YOU"
The guy who was The Count on Sesame Street died this week too. Therefore, you should take multiple shots, count them, & go "ahh aaahh aaaahhh" after each one. I expect video...
We're you guys there last night when everyone started chanting "Nacho Steph"? Someone picked me up, carried me to the nacho cheese and made me do a nacho cheese stand.
Last thing I remember is ranting about hating pants. Woke up this morning pants less. Couldn't find them, decided to leave. Driving without pants is surprisingly liberating.
I just wrote a love letter to my weed and texted it to my cousin. I can't say it any differently. It happened.
im so drunk that this cat is mothering me. aggressively
You have thirteen minutes to get here if you want to get back together. Otherwise I'm getting digits from the waitress.
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