Ambien. No doubt about it.
i'm so hungover...i might vomit in a handbag instead of selling them
no, its his 'welcome back from rehab' party.
We discussed how the marijuana was making the dopamine float around our nucleus accumbens last night when we were high. Yet another example of how our science classes are perverting our good times.
I came downstairs to find I had missed the 3some on my kitchen floor but not the pukefest or ER trip after it. This is what happens when the voice of reason is otherwise occupied
you did a full monologue with your sober self last night. different voices and everything.
Don't get me wrong, I love talking about lube and such, but why are we?
And by "schedule" I meant crumbled up liquor store receipt, that I wrote shit on.
You called my nipples compassionate. What does that even mean?
Commuter bitches be judging your sister and her bag fulla wine. It's a motherfucking rosé, bitch!
I woke up this morning with a text from my mom as to why the hell random people were showing up at the house. Turns out nobody came to our house party because I gave them my old address, fuck pre-partying for real
What section do you want to sit in? The screaming girls section or the "when you guys were popular I was straight and pretended not to like you guys" section?
The Vicodin is in the strawberries.
You have no idea how awkward it is fucking someone with the same name as your dog
He broke through his window then signed his name on the biggest peice of glass from it. I think they framed it and named it 'best party ever'
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