So... My dad just saw the Plan B package and the beer cans in my backseat.
Oh its cool I'm sure he already knows you're a whore and an alcoholic.
Your mom can still drink beer standing on her head! Talk to you tomorrow :)
Mom wtf!?
I'm not sure if what i'm hearing downstairs is sex or not, but if it is, it sounds like there's a dog involved...i'm mildly concerned.
They gave me a glowstick necklace to wear so they could locate me if I wandered off into the woods
I can't think of anything besides pubic hair fallout. Ugh.
Sorry for trying to force you and Robert to make out. I didn't realize how awkward it was until I woke up today.
let's just pour the lemonade mix into the soco. cut out the middle man.
This is stressing me out. I feel like I need to eat the dick.
All of a sudden i love everyone. In all their flawed and failing beauty. This is pretty good weed.
At one point last night I over heard you say " I'm gonna puke in a bag and pour it down your throat" I LOVE YOU.
High enough to ask the woman at best buy if she ever feels like she's swimming. and telling the man outside that he smells like happy juice.
The drunk fake out is her specialty. She'll agree to come with us and two seconds later we check to make sure she's still there and we see her booking it down the hall in the opposite direction.
Just letting everyone know that I am still alive after last night. On a related note, this is the 15th "I'm not dead!" mass text I've sent. You've got to celebrate the little things.
Side note: Hot guys are now getting with ugly chicks. Alert the media.
He doesn't have much of a personality but he makes up for it with his sexual prowess
keeper.
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