also i tucked his toothbrush in my shirt. why? i dont know.
Apparently at one point I was wearing my sweatshirt backwards like it was normal and then I threw up into the hood. Never drinking again.
the chair was smiling at me in sociology and i had to try not to burst out laughing.
you were on all fours yelling at the earth to stop spinning.
I'm drinking keystone with a homeless man I found. It's making me feel uncomfortable.
she chased the tour bus screaming I BET YOUR DICK IS THE SIZE OF YOUR MICROPHONE STAND. i think its safe to say were never getting vip passes again.
Just threw up in the waiting room. I can't believe I have to switch dermatologists again.
Why yes actually, getting stoned and reading an AARP magazine IS totally where I wanted my night to end!
If I don't end up being a booty call for Valentine's Day, you wanna go to the movies?
Umm... How do I tell my roommate someone shot a speargun through the wall? On a side note, cliff shot a speargun for the first time.
Lesson of the night: never take shots out of a bottle you found under a couch in a frat house. I have no idea where I am
We're walking, taxis are a waste of money that can be spent on alcohol.
We laughed. We cried. We came everywhere.
I woke up at 4 am. Literally pissed. No idea what happened. I could have fucked a cow.
It would seem she's painting a bullseye right in between her legs