I DON'T KNOW WHERE WE ARE WE ARE TOO FUCKING ELEVATED.
Me either! Fuck yeah, 12th and something. 12th and hamburger stand.
I wonder what a non-hungover friday at work is like
Well I woke up with spatula marks on my ass and burns on my hands.
No. I didn't know. I thought mid afternoon shots meant the day could only get better.
If i pass out for a while at graduation, please atleast TRY to wake me?
Oh, I forgot to ask if u have any idea what happened to the back of my ear and if u were present when I almost fell off the roof...
I mean besides the fact someone got stabbed, I still had a pretty good night.
Ok! I picked up an anti-celebratory bottle of champagne on the way to dinner for her going to rehab. That's how I feel about this...
is it bad that my walk of shame involves the church shuttle?
Let's just say he sent me a picture of his dick and I was more impressed with the collection of video games he had in the background...
I broke a glass at the bar and ended up with blood on my forehead. I apparently kept screaming BLOOD like the little boy in that YouTube video.
Henceforth: booty calls will now be referred to as "deliveries of anatomy". That is all.
If a marine in My bed is not considered a valid excuse for missing class then I don't want to live in America anymore
I'm permanently fucked. Every liquid I put into my mouth automatically tastes like fireball.
You're gonna be sprawled out basking in the sun working on your tan like a ridiculously hot iguana, and I'm gonna be here bundled up in about 72 layers just so I don't freeze my dick off looking like the Michelin man's gay cousin
i apologize, I may have called you an iguana
Mistakes were made
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