yes i saw that this morning. it was my mailbox.
Turning 21 on Saint Patty's day. I like to think this is what my alcoholic ancestors have prepared me for
Saw an eatery called Rusty Taco. That sooo could be me.
"Guy Time" translaed into 10 shots apiece and me waking up covered in my own blood.
We hooked up with his aunt passed out next to us. It was just like old times.
all i wanted to do was something grown up. like go to applebees and drink.
You just kept insisting that you and the homeless man went way back, and that you bonded over how cold you both were.
I an in a belgian bar and i cant understand shit. Trying to talk to strangers. Getting drunk until we all speak the same language. Brace for updates.
Dude, the lecture theatre is caving in on me.
Drunk at work, covered in Cheetos is no way to go through life.
I found Cheetos.
We smoked a huge blunt and then laid in bed naked eating strawberry shortcake good humor bars. We have the perfect relationship.
I saw your dick pic and thought there goes the last thread of my heterosexuality.
Think i may just have managed the saddest high-five in history. Finished a sudoku and high-fived myself, then looked around for somebody to high five. there was noone. forever alone.
I was so drunk I asked my mom if she had always been my mom or if it was someone else for a while
Let's just say I peed the bed last night, and I wasn't in it alone. Whoooops
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