He went through and tagged himself on my crotch in all of my facebook pics
I'm going to rise like a phoenix out of the drunken, shameful ashes that were last weekend.
On ecstasy, in Ikea. this is incredible.
Well, according to foursquare I checked in "@under the bushes" at 3:27am. This could explain some things.
Please call me back as soon as your phone is charged, if you die tonight I don't want the last thing I said to you to be "I just farted a little"
shes still here... layin in my bed watching a beyonce concert on tv drinking leftover franzia straight outta the bag and crying
Chapter 6 - how to lose your underwear in chicago
Can u check his last FB check in, then come pick me up from there. Blame it on the tequila
I am nonfunctional stoned. I had to ask ben to put me somewhere away from all the people I'm sitting on someones bed watching a wall. Not alright. Should not have come.
He kept pouting and saying i cockblocked him and I kept yelling "I'm sorry...but the cock was never out to be blocked"
most of the afternoon was spent sneaking around my house and alternating which bathrrom to throw up in.
Signs you do Molly too much. Glow sticks fallout of random articles of clothing on academic row
I did it again.
I drunk texted John McCain.
That's just how I roll. I drink, then tell people I'm either not wearing underwear or I'm training to be a stripper.
On a scale of 1 to hungover I’m definitely throwing up at the office today.
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