So I just passed a billboard for "Risque Cafe: Good food and topless women". Fuck. I love SC.
just crush a couple of percocets into it. tell him sam adams came out with a new beer. flavored with sleep.
ya i found him eventually. hes the only one who drinks guiness so I just had to follow the darkest green puke trail
she walked in on me snorting my prozac. there was no way to convince her i was doing a good thing.
In the ER. 2nd degree burns. Drunken attempt to make gasoline scented candles.
I'm already mentally preparing myself for the fact that I'll probably be sleeping next to a toilet.
How the hell did he get a boner in that type of situation?
Monday: I just need a drink Tuesday: OMG no more this week! Wednesday: oh shit how'd I get drunk Thursday: I'm glad you've stopped the pretenses
I'm being an old woman and getting trashed in a night gown in public...of course it's going to be fun
That's the international "my vagina is unoccupied, come talk to us" chant. You have your mission. Go.
I may puke in class so I'm excited to see how that goes
She crossed her eyes and threw up into a glass while sitting at the bar. It was fifty shades of sketchy dude.
6 beers, 3 orange crushes, & half a fire ball later & you get my alter ego.
This is my last chance to be the first person to fall off this roof.
I could see the visible disappointment when she saw my penis
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