Just got an email from TMobile. Said they were going to pursue "more qualified" candidates. So this is what rock bottom feels like.
apparently it was the return of drunk burrito sex.
So im on with some ukrainian stripper for a vodka tasting tomorrow. If I die tell my family im awesome
and I believe it was when I was running to class to take a test still drunk in my Halloween costume that I realized I have reached that point in the semester where I just don't give a flying fuck anymore.
She walked in on her brother jacking off and she hasn't been the same since. She's been crying and shaking non-stop. It's been two weeks.
It's my 3rd annual 21st birthday party. Disney themed. There will be blood.
I feel like this has turned into my work. But if I get paid sitting under a desk, that's perfectly fine with me.
I'm pricing out a roll of that wax butcher paper. We fuck too messy and I can't afford to wash them every afternoon.
I shaved my legs and got a bikini wax, I don't care what I take home as long as it has a penis
I AM CRUING IT IS 93:2 AM AND I AM CYGIN INT BED
i don't remember much about your party last weekend but i remember you being so drunk you were crying in your driveway about pickles at four am
If I could I'd magically teleport drugs and alcohol to you. Like a bad decision fairy.
My dad called me in the middle of the night, drunk on vodka, asking for references on the Irish alphabet.
Last thing I remember at your house last night is your dad leaning on the beer pong table and saying "you guys can fucking party"
Nothing like having a family watch you dry heave at the end of the dock
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