All I remember from last night is puking up a box of cheeze-its and the building catching on fire.
We did it and he fell asleep and I was bored so I decided to go back to the party...is that bad?
just peed on my foot to get a spider off. that lazy.
I just found like 5 packs of sparklers. If someone doesn't get set on fire tonight I am retiring from party hosting.
You told me you loved me after I brushed your teeth with my index finger.
I also have a full keg. I'm thinking about crashing a party, they can't get mad if I bring a keg of beer.
I feel like I have two modes: Super fuckin high, or super giddy from caffeine. I have learned to accept this.
She said pants are for pussies while spooning peanut butter onto her frosted flakes with a serving spoon. She's not even high yet.
I would say "man cannot subsist on sexting and brownies alone" but I think it's actually possible.
Last night you made me help you pick the raisins out of a kashi bar and acted like it was the most important thing to ever happen to you or our friendship
it's like that moment that you're driving and realize you're lost except instead of driving i'm just sitting here in my living room drunk, eating a plate of sausages, drinking red wine and just thinking "i'm going to be 28 this year. i know people who are married, with beautiful and well behaved children. where was the wrong turn?"
For me the most fucked up part of last night was that I know for a fact that you were sober. But your dancing was a close second.
I think the only option is to smoke so much weed I just pass out for 3 days.
I'm pretty sure i doubled the number of dicks I've ever touched, last night.
I lost my cyber virginity to a guy I barely knew in high school while a Togepi Plushie watched.
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