last night i found where hot topic managers go to die after they get fired.
Who is John, and why is his named carved into our toilet?
Fire inspection over. Blunts are OK
We are taking shots for every green Lon-Capa box we get for the homework.
Pretty sure i didnt get thrown out cause why dont i have more bloody areas
No, trust me. Falling down the stairs is a fucking sobering experience.
I was all over the place but at every locale you would pop out of nowhere and hand me a huge drink and say "HAMMERED"
I am the fairy godmother of the drink.
Nothing quite like coming out of an alcohol induced blackout walking down Spruill Avenue carrying a silver briefcase full of IT tools you don't know where they came from. This is my life.
The trainer from the tech college told me that I would pass the first aid course so long as I turned up sober. Challenge accepted
I think my boss gives me work off weekends because he doesn't want me showing up hungover anymore..
I saw a shooting star while he was eating me out at 3am by my neighbors pool. Doesn't get more magical than that
Never drinking again. Maybe, if our boss gave us more 3-day weekends we would know how to handle ourselves. That was a shit show.
And for the record I didn't even have sex last night. I threw up in his toilet and slept in his bed until noon
I have no idea what to do with myself since we graduated.
I've just been napping and sexting all day.
I just woke up in his bed.. in a cardboard castle, with a Justin Bieber poster on the ceiling staring down at me, cuddling with 4 empty PBR cans. I win.
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