I am good. I dancing. Drinking but dancing fine.
im 80% sure the guy across from me is taking pictures of my legs
We basically counted to 3 and then dumped each other.
There's a girl at 7-11 apologizing for her behavior and asking if she can get her shoes back.
he's drinking beer at home in his underwear tonight and if you want to come over the dresscode is underwear only. And you have to bring beer.
At the ER. Dropped bottle lead to cut foot which led to me drunk hitting on doctors. Not going well.
I ate cinnamon toast crunch. I'm officially out of the puke zone. Blackout drunk Friday. WHAT IS GOOD.
Not sure if you're still doing the whole "sleeping with only one person" thing but if you're not we should sleep together when I get back in town tonight.
I ran into a hotel and told the doorman he was doing a great job. That was before you cried on my jacket.
FOUND: my underwear in the cabinet above the toilet. What the actual fuck.
We are in Florida for 3 days. The people in charge of shit brought: a waffle maker, a cheese grater and a SEWING MACHINE
AND NO VODKA
I am at 99 matches in less than 24 hours, I need a tinder rehab program
I'm so sorry to hear about your grandmother. Also how many grams are in an eighth?
Sorry about you walking in on the whole nude kinect dancing. The new roomie was drunk and naked and told us he was either over dressed or we were under dressed for the party. And Amy figured it would be easier to join him than it would be to dress him
I think my brain is throwing up inside my head. How do you live like this?
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