Nope, Im Irish and pissed with some drunk mixed in...therefore punching things is the best solution to every problem.
I can't believe believe she called me a slut. She doesn't know anything about me or my life.
Shit, that's something a lot of sluts say.
You know you have a problem when the only thing that saves you is that you drank so late into the night that you sleep through the designated walk of shame time window
I just egged your windshield and it froze on contact. Have fun with that.
Do you think she's aware of my deep hatred or should I set her hair on fire in her sleep?
We eventually had to ration the melon vodka. 10 pushups per shot. THATS why my arms hurt
Nothing quite like pre-gaming the Kentucky Derby with adderall and adderall. I'm fairly confident I could outrun all of these fucking horses in a foot race right now.
High moment. Almost just passed the blunt to the dog.
It's like shitshowville, population: those girls.
I should be done at 8 and I've also done a great Job of convincing my self that I should get really drunk tonight
You're the only one to love me enough for me to admit the following: Rock-bottom sounds like sobbing to a Miley Cyrus song.
DOUBLE NIPPLE PIERCINGS ARE HORRIFYING
oh the usual. high as balls and crying about the hunger games.
Is it awkward to pay for your boob job with scholarship money? Either way, it's happening.
I think the heterosexuals across the hall are negotiating about breeding. How do I figure out which one is against it and back them up?
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