I'm the only one here who isn't hooking up, coming out of the closet, or crying because of one of those 2 things.
It made me feel like I need a reality show of my life so I could go back and watch the episodes to figure out how I got from the trunk of the car to my neighbors tree house...
Why did I wake up with "How to masturbate" on my youtube search bar?
You told us you forgot how, and started to cry.
advice for life: when the cop takes your tallboy, don't ask for your coozy back
Apparently as I was doing the walk of shame home my dad's date was on her way to hers. hoes come in all ages these days
the last thing i remember was the norwegian kid tacking a bag of wine to the ceiling, then boom! shower drain.
I feel I must have sex with him first to fully decide where my vagina belongs.
Did we smoke in a portapotty last night? And if so, do you think the brown stuff covering my body is actually dirt?
You got this. You survived the RA last semester (granted you almost got arrested but still.)
In other news, I woke up still drunk and I think I literally just broke the Guinness book of world records for most bloody Mary's in one day...
I say camping because "let's go get hammered in the woods" sounds kinda fucking weird to be honest.
Is this a Beer, Vodka or Whiskey kind of problem solving night? It's imperative I stock accordingly.
Questions like that are why I love you.
he just ran into my room in his giant penis costume yelling "supercock to the rescue"... I am still in total shock
So when did "Are you okay?" translate into "Don't tell me you got fucked by another rando after another rager"?
right now I am washing the alcohol and shame off from last night
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