so she proceeds to puke everywhere, look up at me like a sick dog, and then say, "i'll finish if you want me to."
i was so high it looked like the chipmunks movements were coordinated to that lady gaga song
everyone has their kryptonite. mine just happens to be 18 year old blonde girls.
at least franzia made me throw up pretty colors.
I don't care. He smelled like a fucking chilli cookoff
Take this only to mean that we love you, but we're having a serious, half-hour, hypothetical discussion about how far we think we could throw you.
I think the taxi driver just requested me on facebook..... his name was george right?
I was crying hysterically and you wouldn't stop petting my ear and shushing me every time I tried to say something.
Yes, i finally made it. but let me tell you...i can smell myself right now in class right now, this scent is called alcoholism.
I would've been fine if I didn't do the three shots
You did like 8
Nothing like an alcohol-fueled, 6-hour-long hunt for weed--complete with occasional breaks for sex.
Decided in my tanked state last night purchase 2 weeks worth of xanax, so I can guess my way thru this week and finals. Soberly, I decided it would be a great way to test my knowledge of finance.
Never thought I'd say this but the maple syrup flavored vodka probably wasn't our best idea
So last night was the first of "I got cut off before I walked in the bar".
I'm not sure why, but my salad smells like a Big Mac. Or maybe that's just the smell of yesterday's, seeping through my skin.
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