I puked the same amount of times as the number of bars i went to last night
Hey, what are you up to?
Drinking wine with the guys and watching 7 Pounds.
Looking back I guess I could have changed that to beer and Die Hard.
my weekend in 10 words or less: hot friend of a friend, open bar, beach house, sore. In that order too.
Jumped in the kebab van and said he was Ultimate MasterChef. Incurred wrath of six angry Turks. I got free chips.
I'm having horrible flashbacks of being groped by Pauly Shore.
Vodka shot parachutes
Fucking utilizing a thrid story dorm room
Bombed my 8 a.m. exam and the liquor store doesn't open till noon. Drinking unfinished beers from last night till they open.
I need to stop drinking and eating and start working out. I look like the lovechild of John Goodman and Jabba the Hutt.
I'm calling it the Friendlationship with Benefits Zone.
I think I'm gonna wear a bikini to our final tomorrow...just so he knows that no fucks will be given on his test
I think it says something about my life when I start picking up girls while im in rehab. And I don't think it's good.
His arresting officer when they were busting up the squat party recognized him from the anti-drone protest. He was like Jesus kid, you were sober last time.
I hate how she's getting mean with age
Meh, you can't hate. That's our basic life goal and you know it.
The last thing I remember is trying to chug the rest of the everclear, running through a fence, and laying down in the snow. I hurt.
Been using bowl smoking as a method of time for so long I don't know how long it actually takes to get to work
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