ok this is the part where i go up stairs and pass out incoherently untill 6 30 tommaorw morning and not rember any of this. love youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!
And for 6 straight hours, I laid on my bedroom floor trying to convince myself it would perfectly acceptable to pee on my own floor
MRIs the morning after St. Patty's Day was a poor choice.
I have a feeling this won't be the last time I wake up wrapped in a shower curtain with the words "Blame Bono" spray painted on it
found her sleeping in the closet. woke her up and she said she was camping.
Yeah... I was considering changing that part but the boxed wine is non-negotiable.
You just sat there and yelled "I JUST WANT TO RUB MY NIPPLES"
We bonded over the fact that we each, separately, got arrested on the same weekend.
I saw Nicolas Cage's face in the moon. Those were good shrooms.
Just broke my collar bone. May not make it to the party.
Mehhh. I just tried to type 'extremely', and it auto corrected to 'creek rot'. IT KNOWS WHAT I LOOK LIKE
so he had an ashton kutcher Kelso haircurt. dude, we're in our mid to late 20s, I don't think we can ridicule guys for having hair anymore.
It was kicking off big time until you crawled out the bar on your hands and knees. Nobody wanted to mess with that.
My inner pteradactyl is also confused.
Fun fact: deep throating plus dehydration plus eating a lot of citrus = my throat is fucked. Metaphorically and physically.
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