Well, it’s happened. The big fall weekend has come and gone, the fire has been touched, the miles have been run. And the late night texts have been sent. We’ve found some of your best texts amid the Homecoming frolicking and although the weekend is over, the texts will live on (even if you don’t remember them).
The perils of Late Night Collis.
415: Drunk for Dumplings, no DBA
415: Hey that rhymed
When does the networking end? (Hint: it doesn’t)
617: I’ll actually try to wingman though the fact that I shadowed his father for a day and am connected with him on linkedin might be hard to suppress
617: Just subtly punch me in the face if I seem like I’m about to bring it up
The real meaning of anarchy.
603: cocoa butter kisses
Precaution taken to the next level.
603: Walked my bike because I didn’t want a DUI
DroCo is the only way to FoCo.
443: wait nvm. you probably don’t want dinner with drunk me
443: unless you do
The futile apologies of late-night munchies.
252: I ate so much of ur bread last night I’m sorry