Here are the five stages of grief, normally helpful when coping with the death of a loved one, applied to your dreaded DUI.
I will be the first to admit it: I get drunk or drugged out, and make bad decisions. The difference between is, I don’t experience regret like you.
It's Sunday morning and you're still in last night's clothes, reeking of alcohol and sex outside an unfamiliar dorm. Put on your scarlet letter and begin the Walk of Shame.
If you want people to forget you pissed yourself, then shit in your pants. If you want a cop to overlook driving under the influence, step on the gas.
Hey, do you have a favorite type of music? Awesome, here's why it sucks. Oh, it's indie? Please kill yourself before we have to.
men, women, life, work, female, orgasm, manipulate, dinner, money, children, mother, bond, father, cry, naked, sex, period, frail, rape, period
College kids remember: trusting others with your alpha-numerics means putting your online life in jeopardy. Keep your password to yourself.