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i wish i could google "things to eat in my fridge" so i wouldnt have to go downstairs and be disappointed
I just fell off my chair and knocked over the table. People are staring. That hungover.
Harry Potter. Singing. Sobering up. In that order.
We left the window open. My vibrators funeral is at 2ish.....bring a side dish or some shit.
After he convinced me that my friend had died and come back to life, I decided I was having sex with him that night, and that I should lay off the drugs for a while.
Everything smells like beer. Everything. But I cant drag myself out of bed to take a shower. So beer it is.
If I am going to pay someone to make me puke, it's going to be the bartender.
He ate me out. IN THE MORNING. I love less attractive men.
You're the only true friend I have, if true friendship is based off who would be there for me at 4am during a boxed wine crisis.
Malt liquor mondays...better in theory.
when the washing machine is on all the beer bottles jiggle and clink against each other... "drink us drink us drink us"
Nothing like grinding all night with a hot ethnic guy dressed as a clown to help conquer your phobia. Halloween is fucked up.
you missed 2am bagpipes and my roommate looking hot as fuck in a kilt
my mom asked if I found my Easter basket. it's 1PM & I got home an hour ago from last night. if I'm looking for anything, it's my dignity.
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