Me too. I'd like to spend all next summer high and drunk and riding ponies and boys.
There is no point in being painfully greyhound thin if you are then going to dress like it's raining in 1992.
I told her I was team Edward. I haven't gotten laid that easy since I told your sister that I had cancer
basically at this point ill snort whatever you put in front of me and just hope
A Bum and I jusst hugged. its not even 8 pm.
AND WHAT FELONIES DID I MISS OUT ON WHILE SLUMBERING!?
So I'm sitting here baked on a bridge thinking about how plants think, I miss you so much
How much booze could a drunk brad chug when a drunk brad does chug booze?!?
All. The answer is always all
I went on an adventure and now we have more food.
Well, really we just have fire sauce and cookies. But they're edible.
At the funeral we'll say nice things, like "She was delightfully extreme, psychotically wonderful, and could probably drink all you fuckers under the table."
That's literally the perfect eulogy
And he's a cuddle champ. I know because I slept over because I don't know what boundaries are.
He used a trumpet as a funnel, said something about valve oil, and puked all over the garage.
Do you think showing up at his door with bourbon and chicken is too forward?
Theres just something about today that says lets get drunk, dont you think?
You chased a rabbit then knocked on a police car and asked the cop "if he saw where that little bastard went."
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