Eric said he heard us having sex the other night. He said i did a great job.
I feel like death. And death is wearing a fleece blanket as a dress. And is seriously contemplating wearing this to go get something to eat.
and now I know what throwing up pineapple chunks is like.
Yeah, we had those soaking in vodka for like 36 hours
outstanding.
Last night I went to an anything but cups party. I took a hummingbird feeder. It was a terrible decision.
He said I was the smartest girl he had ever dated, that should have been a sign from the beginning
I'm not sure how exactly, but this funeral has turned into a ridiculous night of drinking games
All I had with a note saying that my shoes are in the ceiling and good luck.
I'm drunk in a field. the chupacobra is going to eat me. if I die serve vodka at my funeral.
I think Vodka is my favorite. Everything else ties for second.
DAMMIT. BOHEMIAN RHAPSODY IS GONNA GET STUCK IN MY HEAD AGAIN. FUCK YOU OLYMPICS.
Can't wait to hear which one of you won the 'fuck a bigger geek' contest last night. Queen Amidala vs Lara Croft. See you at breakfast.
He recreated the night that started all my mothers days. We shared a joint, drank Boones Farm, and dry humped to the Beastie Boys. Then I cried over MCA's death. Best. Gift. Ever.
Tbh I fell asleep cuddling a bag of Brazilian nuts. Franzia never dissappoints me
I bought more beer than I could carry and managed to fit it all in the fridge. It's an alcoholicmas miracle.
I've officially slept through a hurricane, a tornado and had sex during an earthquake. I'm surviving.
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