Every time we go downtown I ask myself why we live in Des Moines
just had to take a 4 hour nap to write a one page paper. its obviously the week after winter break.
Not even close. I woke up in the bed of Codys truck. Wrapped up in a sleeping bed, using a stuffed alligator as a pillow. And Alex was laying naked beside me. Not to mention I wasn't wearing the clothes I got there in.
There's a very real possibility that I'll wake up in your uncle's driveway.
Top hats and gin. This is why I love day drinking.
Oh no, we smoked the revival weed. It came in a Batman bag. It hit like justice. And orphans.
This guy is selling weed on the train. Like... Straight up. No fucks given.
I knew my bag made it because I could smell the fireball that spilled inside of my suitcase before it was on the luggage carousel.
I'm going to start using the hurricane naming system for my hangovers. Hangover Agatha is a real bitch today.
I'm in the smoking section between a transvestite molly dealer and a group of juggalos. I shouldn't be that hard to find.
Update: I just threw up in between cars in the parking lot of magic kingdom.
I woke up with clothes on this morning and I'm pretty sure you had something to do with that. Thank you.
It's my birthday. I should be drinking mimosas in a top hat, not working.
How much of a thot would I be if I put this pic up? On a scale of thot-ish to Queen of Thotlandia
I’d say they were worth it. He screamed “your tits are fanfuckingtastic!”while he was cumming
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