Holy shit I just stopped short on route 18 because I thought my gps was saying I had to turn right in 11 feet. After almost hitting the guardrail I realized I had to turn in 11 miles.
Fuck I'm high.
I just dry heaved the smell of jagerbombs....which proceeded to make me hurl for real.
Just wondering why in an apartment full of stoners there is half a waffle in the TRASH CAN. get ur shit together man
Somewhere in this world my second husband is in 9th grade.
If I remember taking any of my finals after tomorrow night, it will not have been a successful night.
I did something last night that I shouldn't have, but I don't want to tell you because you'll probably just make it your fb status...
I see you've learned your lesson.
i mean he wasn't bad looking, but i wouldn't have slept with my professor if i knew everyone would get an A
I mean, I don't even call it a hangover anymore. It's just morning.
And then somehow we were arguing over how to fold our arms
The only good thing about this is that the pharmacy guy will stop trying to add me on Facebook.
You misunderstood me....i wasnt asking and it is not negotiable
You're making this sound more like a hostage situation than a booty call.
Saturday evening, however, will be my vodka and bubble wrap extravaganza.
Maybe you need to change your pickup move. The "hey check these out" titty flash gets you the wrong kinda man.
The Royals are in the World Series. I've never drank so much in one week in my life.
So being hungover in an office full of people with hangovers for 9 hours is quite possibly what hell will be like.
Randomize
