I'm gonna cuddle the shit out of you tomorrow
Wine + wine + wine + wine + bud light = puke.
I was amazed that you fell flat on your ass and still managed not to spill them drinks in your hands. Your getting good at this.
I am full of burrito and curiosity
It's like my work doesn't even care about margarita mondays.
Don't lose. A little bit of my soul dies every time a beer pong game is lost.
future-me showed up mid trip and gave us a thumbs up.
It's that time of the week again where I begin to ponder life's great questions like, "What will my pathetic excuse for a future look like?" and "Why tacos?"
You were holding up a boot and yelling boot gang
I mean, who doesn't have an ex involved with bath salts?
tried to make it look like I had been conscious/awake and out all day when I stumbled into cvs at 6pm to buy plan B
update: I failed
I can still taste the Jäger. I'm gonna shoot myself.
We watched X-Files, ate pizza, and he played with my butt. It was a pretty standard Monday.
Thus began an intricate shell game of nude cardigan photos
guess who smoked weed with their grandpa tonight. and no it wasn't me.
Randomize
