I'm not conventionally pretty...I'm just crazy
I'm pretty sure I left my reasoning skills at home last night, and just brought anger and rage with me.
We may or may not have a drunk cat on our hands.
To make up for the snow days we missed he's making us write a paper on alcoholism. It's like he knows.
Dude you picked up her Chihuahua and threatened to kill it yelling "it's not cinco de mayo, bitches"
we decided to do a scavenge hunt for ourself for when we walked back to our apartments. We hid taco bell behind some bushes. I think they are still good.
Fuck you. You would only tell me how to get to your house in Spanish.
I started drinking at around 8.. Started heavily drinking around 815.
I'm not going to pass up the opportunity to be half naked and covered in glitter without facing judgement or legal prosecution. I'll be there.
It was kicking off big time until you crawled out the bar on your hands and knees. Nobody wanted to mess with that.
It feels appropriate that the wallet of my high school and college years would die at the hands of a spilled bong. Which in and of itself is a solid metaphor for those years.
Don't do him, he's a Dolphins fan! A FUCKING DOLPHINS FAN!
My lack of taco bell is hindering me from seeing the good part of that situation
Who is naked dude in the kitchen?
Greetings from Florida; the armpit of the US, where my 240something lb brother nearly got carried away by some aggressive woodland mosquitoes. I was only spared because they could probably sense I was currently semi-disassociating and would not feel the suffering their presence wrought.
Anyway, how was your day?
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