It's called 'beer pong' not 'everclear and coke pong' for a reason...
the trail of clothing leading from the bed to the door was in the exact order i needed to put them on. underwear near the bed shoes by the door.
you just kept yelling "siddle that plaza" til the cab driver said it back...
i was on the fence about his sexual orientation until he referred to his marlboro loghts as "carrie bradshaws"
Its 6 am and me and the girl in the next apartment have been taking turns puking and yelling "never agaaaain" thru the walls.
There's a skull full of vodka. How bad can it be?
Dont tell her I prefer to have an aura of mystique surronding me and my penis.
While running home from the bar in high heels I multi- tasked and sexted with Brent. Jesus.
I agree though, his intact virginity is truly the tragedy of the century.
somehow I feel like "adventures with cocaine and molly" wouldn't be an appropriate "How I Spent My Spring Break" essay topic.
Discovery: bouncers seem to get really upset about fire
Just broke my no shot rule again.. Made out with a stranger. That's 0 for 3 this month for the record
If I died tonight, I'd be content knowing you were the last person to see my boobs.
I just turned down the best booty call of my life because I have to make a cheesecake. I guess this is growing up.
I gave her a cheerful high five and she turned to me and said, "we should do that with our genitals." I may have to marry this girl.
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