I realized that I earned the name Classy cassie as i was throwing up vodka slushie in my bed with a guy I know by the name extacy boy
you wouldnt answer to anything but devil's advocate all night.
my phone cant type all the emotion im having
I woke up to blood crusted on my face. I don't understand
team rage. no explanation necessary
i dont even mind you always shaving my pubes when i pass out, i'm starting to find it liberating.
Drunkasaurus has found a new cave to eat all the children she captured
I need to get you away from Bacardi 151 and out from under the bed
I'm glad they extended train service last night. People crying, screaming, throwing up, fighting and peeing themselves on a train made me feel like I've got my shit together.
Good for him. He wanted to accomplish walking across niagara, I'm hoping to accomplish not throwing up tomoro nite, we all have our own priorities in life.
He blacked out at the first bar and passed out at the second...we just carried him to bar three and four and sat him in the lounge chairs, he said we're amazing
official rule: if your drunk, it doesn't count
then nothing in my life counts
I found them. Thank God. Now I'm gonna have to take a Xanax for the panic attack I almost had trying to find my Xanax.
Got another job?
If by job you mean clever way of getting free tattoos, then yes. I got another job.
Denim handjobs are the worst handjobs. I hate all handjobs. Why do people even.
From what I remember I had fun, until I threw up, and lost my shoes..
I sit across from him at graduation so I get to stare at him and think about how I fucked his step brother and laugh to myself
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