Hey its bob the builder. Where did you go?
My prof gave me extra credit for drawing a ninja on my paper and writing "ninja will up my grade"
Also I spent like 2 hours on the hubble/nasa website sunday night looking at pictures of outer space and cried my face off at how beautiful and complex it is. What's wrong with me?!
I just debated creating a mirror system so I could play Batman while in the bathroom. I think I need help.
I already knew that. But I also don't agree with stifling creativity.
I'm not drinking anymore...and by that, I mean until St. Patrick's Day.
At one point they were sandwiching me, both petting my stomach, mad dogging each other. Then they somehow telepathically decided to both try to pull my pants down. Such nice guys.
He's like the unplanned child of drunkenness
It's like hey here is one penis enjoy nothing but that for the rest of your life
Xanax and an ambien. And wine. I'm just waiting for mouth to mouth from some hot EMT. Sort of like the slutty girls version of sleeping beauty
You tired to make us "vodka tacos". Which was just you dipping pitas in vodka.
Any good?
Well. FUCK YA. But that's beside the point
So here's my pathetic thought of the day: what does it smell like to be sober?
We go out, we get drunk, we watch Star Wars, we pass out. What's wrong with this tradition?
I'm counting my small victories this morning. For instance, I haven't puked at work yet.
Was picked up in the middle of a bar full of people...apparently I'm not tall enough to reach for drunken makeouts. I'm proud of myself.
Dude just saw some some guy puke out of a car window on the highway going to school.
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