My morning has consisted of lying in a fetal position, eating a whole tub of ben and jerry's, talking to my cat, and setting all of our pictures on fire. Does that answer your question?
I think I might have accidentally had a threesome last night with two good friends. See, this is what happens when you leave me.
Doing "bucket stands" with buckets of margarita. Don't tell me it's not a good idea.
He told me he was 'pondering the natural wonder that is my ass'
Like, dude. I'm already fucking you, you don't need to wax poetic.
Isn't he wasted enough that he might actually mean it and not just be trying to get you to fuck him without a condom?
This is so fucking sad. Netherlands isn't even a real country.
I woke up this morning with my hair wrecked, a split lip, and an "H" on my right knee and a "I!" on my other knee.
The only thing in that hotel room that we didn't fuck on was the roof
Last night in my drunkenness I bought hurricane supplies which included a jug of wine and a bouquet of flowers. Apparently I'm going to woo Irene.
I don't think my body can handle the alcohol I want to put in it anymore.
God and karma are having a fucking field day with my body today.
Someone got day drunk, but I'm not saying who.
It was me.
Oh aight, and i was just going to be content with drinking, beating off and watching ninja turtles
I want to be the sort of person he can respect in the morning once the drugs wear off.
i think the last part kind of negates the first part there
Got drunk with him at an Irish pub ended up losing him for twenty minutes when I finally find him his piss drunk singing Irish folk music with a group of Irish guys and a midget
He meets the coolest people when he's drunk
Update: pile o Coke party starting at approx 4 - 7 and going until 1ish to celebrate our founding fathers and love of cocaine and hatred of everyone\n
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