just had a super intense, drunken debate about which blink182 member is the most fuckable. i got so mad i left the room. new low.
FOUR LOKO IS YES. SUNDAY MORNING DRUNK IS YES.
Have you asked your drug dealer if he wants to see harry potter with you?
As usual, I had to fight him for his car keys. Though this time he made it to the valet garage. All the Hispanic attendants gathered around and watched. Felt like I was in a cock fight.
he has a party story that rivals our "PTSD- soldier-with-a-knife" party story. I'm pretty sure this is part of some prophecy.
Jäger goes great with personal crises and receding morals...
My one regret (beside the inevitable shit storm that followed) is that now I can't fuck his cute friend.
My one night stand from last night is currently mowing my lawn for me.
I don't know what the bubonic plague feels like- but I'm gonna guess its something like this.
I stole a tiki torch last night and just returned it. Things have been better.
I got to my internship late... with a bag of chipotle and sex hair.
My vagina needs a break, I had to ice it with a beer bottle last night.
after the ketamine those signs on the bathroom door had little meaning to us
I may or may not be drinking in a church parking lot.
You're a brave, albeit stupid soul for wanting in on the fuckery that comes attached to my vagina
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