the guy i hooked up with is asleep on our couch. please dont fuck him.
I think I'm going to die by hangover. I'm in my spanish class. So I guess I'm going to be muerte.
I made a drinking game out of watching your DUI video, everytime you say " okay, well thats just your opinion"
I smuggled my gin and tonic out of the bar by shoving the glass in my pocket...mistakes were inevitable.
It can't be good... The last recollection I have is singing lullabys to his penis
I don't think going to Relay for Life and painting our faces while everyone stares at us is a sufficent late night after the bars.
I can only use one eye at a time. And if I want to listen, I have to close both of them.
I feel like weed makes my smarter. I'm watching the stocks and the way I understand if, do not invest in Yahoo right now because they are not fit for that.
He wrote me a Haiku titled, "Let me touch your butt".
My legacy here is being that tiny blonde girl that threw someone down and shouted "Fuck your face, I'm Dee Dee Ramone."
now acid just makes me think of crab ragoon
Quick question, did I crash teeth with you when I snogged you, or did I headbutt something between the car and the bed last night?
Getting paid in weed to watch a pregnant adult with cooking skills is the TITS
Well the hawks lost... so, of course, the only logical course of action was a bonfire in the middle of the street.
just said thank you to the lady who gave me a body search at the airport
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