Nothing too bad. Lost a stuffed horse on a stick and tore my clothes off. Again.
i overslept, had to take a cab to the train station, might puke, bought the wrong flavored vitamin water, and mj's dead. what a terrible world to wake up to.
a guy in a toll booth on I-90 told me to fuck off for not being a red sox fan. i am going to miss massachusetts very much.
We got drunk before dinner. People at the other tables were praying for us.
She just used a chaser for red wine.
Haha he acted like he's never seen a tampon catapolt across the hall before
My roommate just got home. Made an entire package of bacon. Ate it. And then went to bed.
He left me a five minute voicemail apologizing for chasing me with a meat beater. I'm actually not sure what that means.
Yea you just drank all the Hookah water, then started talking gibberish about the Kool Aid you just drank.
It's like I just got slapped in the face with the cock of nostalgia.
well i mean she can't stop a weed based friendship...its like a trying to stop a bomb or a really fast train...
They live across the street from a school baseball field so they have porter potties across the street and let's just say that I'm grateful they exist
I no longer need a flask. I need a canteen.
i'm extremely hungover on the ski bus and the driver is playing abba. this. is. not. okay.
you made the house rule that every time you'd say "yay" everyone had to drink.
that explains so much
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