I think i sorta joined a cult last night
She can't drink and she can't smoke weed. She might as well be dead to me.
like we started out all organized and composed and within thirty mins people were throwing up in the bushes, arguing over a beer bong and jumping in the pool with their clothes on
it's like i need an invisible sign across my boobs that says "DOESN'T HAVE DADDY ISSUES" that only old men can see
He had a cowboy hat I don't know where from and he was trying to lasso a snowman with a dog leash.
I thought of you while cleaning the forehead prints off my glass doors.
At the party. I feel like I just walked into a lifesize blunt.
Can I get a "hallelujah" for railing my pastors daughter last night?
You know it's time to cut back when your unemployed drug dealer roommate tells you that you party too hard.
He just asked me if he's allowed to flirt with me. That's how whipped he is.
We won't have time to talk.. I'll be rolling you a blunt and you'll be getting naked.
So looks like I applied to adopt a dog last night. I'm completely ok with this
She is carving a little coffin out of some wood for her hamster that died. I'm flying home tonight.
I wonder whether Megan will forgive me if i have phone sex in her attic
Partying with my eighth grade history teacher I know you're jealous
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