My place. Tomorrow Night. Bring your liver, and something for it to do.
just to let you know, don't open your linen closet for a while until i come over with a cleaning kit and geek squad
i've lived in the woods for so long, as long as its post-op, i don't care.
I hope he's okay, but I also hope he shows up with an eyepatch
it was literally the size of a crayloa marker. i didnt know what to do with it so i just sat there
260 beers this month. I need a new hobby.
walking around pouring bird seed on passed out guys in the quad.
I dunno... But she calls vodka "dancing juice"
You played "let it burn" by usher 28 times, knocked over the 36 gallon fish tank, and passed out in the kitchen. Yeah...That drunk.
Shit. I'm suppose to call the bank but I'm too high to talk numbers.
Life is my bitch right now. The bouncers tried to carry me out of the club, but everyone thought I was crowd surfing so everyone carried me BACK IN. Winning as fuck.
Watching the Walking Dead, snuggled up naked, and drinking a beer. No better way.
If ever there was a tweet to describe your life, it's this.
The appetizer at the dinner I went to tonight was Klonopin and a Bloody Mary.
So what if I got a tattoo on a bus, it was sterile.
I am texting my fuck buddy about fucking tonight, while facebook chatting with his wife about food.
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