just told my prof that "i dont give a fuck" about the final. nothing like a having a signed employment contract already
and that's how I found out my dad doesn't believe in towels... holiday magic.
i dont even know how to be here
Tonight is one of those "I'm wearing a shirt as a dress" nights because I need to get laid.
I asked her if she was the outdoorsy type, she replied "I had sex on a fourwheeler once, does that count?"
I try to help out whenever I can. Speaking of rough nights I woke up half naked on Brady's couch with bloody paper towels duct taped to my foot.
Let's just cut to the chase. I'm not interested in anything romantic but I aAM interested in Tom Petty and maybe getting high and fucking you again for old times sake.
you started petting my head and said "there there, majestical unicorn. it won't be long before we get you back to neverland."
And THIS is why we get drunk. No good story, documentation, or event happens by eating a salad. Alcohol consumption leads to good things
I dealt with the imported moonshine, but when the cocaine came out, I had to get the fuck out of there
we played animal sounds and i linked arms with her cuz we were both cats....fate and my community college drama teacher have chosen my one night stand
Every time I start to trust vodka, it does this to me.
Worst case: you're extra horny, have no control of your mouth or actions, and maybe murder someone. Child's play.
His idea of a night out is drinking beer in the driveway. He's been on house arrest too long
my hair smells like a mixture of fireworks and rotten eggs with a hint of shame. it's so strong it's keeping me awake.
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