It was like little house on the drunk prairie.
nothing cures the holiday blues like an open bar
She wouldn't stop saying her own name. Like a damn pokemon.
ive decided something. ive accepted you as being gay. but i havent accepted you as a vegetarian yet.
And PS thanks for calling it my "sexual liberation" and not "slut fest 2010: part deux!"
I'm starting to blur the boundary between reasonable senioritis and self-destruction. Somewhat-openly hittin the flask in 11am class
My body is being held together with whiskey, nicotine, duct tape and a little bit of hope...
Oh God! I'm naked from the waist down playing records. Too drunk. I don't even know what to do.
Balls out but with a shirt on. Eating ravioli. I don't know how to deal with this.
This should be a warning to men everywhere: do not send pictures of your erect penis to women you hardly know - they will add cats and send them to all of their friends.
You pretty much isn't said it
Those words don't go together.
Holy. Crap. I just found a hickey on my bikini line. He never got my pants off. WHO IS THIS MYSTICAL HOOKUP WIZARD?
I am sorry. I am also on acid.
Dad is celebrating turning 45 by being drunk in a department store before two o'clock.
Reading becomes significantly more difficult when people are having crazy loud sex in an adjoining room
You know shits really hit the fan when you start using public bathroom air freshener spray as perfume
what? where are you?
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