The dutch village is so much worse hungover. Fuck them and their wooden shoes.
like in an apt above a crackhead. A LEGIT CRACKHEAD. he woke me up every morning this week asking me if I wanted to buy a mini fridge and some CDs. at 5 am. EVERY DAY.
No that means he must've used the nipple clamps
I kindof just wanted to go downstairs and let his dad know how good his son was at sex
I'll just be here. Naked. Eating tots and jello like a muh fuggin G
I gotta shower this stuff off me I'm starting to hear baby kittens in the toilet tank again..
Fucken Tweens. They smelled like cotton candy and hand jobs my nostrils were offended.
KEG. KEG. THE OPERA HAS A KEG. KEG STAND IN A TUX. AFTER PARTY RAVE AND KEG STANDS.
There is always the bar, but 2 30 on a Tuesday just screams alcoholism
Please call us Steph is okay but missing phone wallet tooth
I can't wait to get home and drunk cuddle your dog
So basically he is jobless, a potential serial killer, and has poor taste in music? We simply don't have time for that.
I'm not fucking any of these fools. But if they want to buy me Olive Garden, that's their business.
I think I achieved my goal of being high for 24 hours in the same week I promised myself I wouldn't smoke anymore
True life: I inadvertently fucked a whole friend group. More details to come tonight.
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