Please dont use Danity Kane lyrics to describe your emotions.
I'm so high, I forgot to harvest my farmville crops....noooooooo.
Worst stoner tragedy.
I feel like college is just one giant drunken trip to Taco Bell
Welp, she's chewing our paper towels again. She's like an obnoxiously hot puppy
I vaguely remember chanting "USA" at the pool when we were talking to the Frenchies.
We were pointing at fat people and chanting USA.
Wearing the 'Let's Party' thong feels weird without you...
She was eating leaves off of trees and saying it was salad, and even told a guy in passing that her favorite color was plaid.
I would like to dedicate my cray behavior this week to my uncontrollable hormones and wine. Both have totally Efff'ed with my life.
I have walked into stripper central, but I'm on the street at 1:00 in the afternoon
the cops are being surprisingly chill about david hanging from a tree with no pants.
I've grown it out to 70s proportions. I'm calling it my chastity pelt.
We broke into the kitchen, stole cooking aprons, and wore them on the dance floor.
You are the best. Or certainly adequate for tempering my unholy desires.
That's the nicest thing you've ever said to me.
I'm just going to assume my unresponsive booty calls are just preparing for the women's march tomorrow
when ur drunk laser tag is all fun n games. try it high and all of the aliens in the galaxy want you dead.
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