i don't remember her name, but i don't need it unless we decide to hook up again. but even then, i can get away with not knowing it for a while. it's not like we have actual conversations.
I just saw a stripper wear a tube top around her floppy gut. God bless Michigan.
Just cropdusted the office
gonna sleep on the stairs... to drunk to keep going up, way to drunk to go down, gonna find a comfy spot right here... its safer that way
i was playing the convince him im sober game through texting. i spelled most of the words right. i hope.
his life revolves around getting high and answering people on yahoo answers. he's perfect for you.
I walked in on you rubbing your nose all over his face while straddling him and yelling "I'M SO SORRY!" repeatedly. I'd say you were in pretty good shape at that point in the night.
Currently shopping online for cardboard cutouts of various horror characters. That should teach me roommates to stop taking acid on Tuesdays.
I have one of those hangovers where you visualize how awesome it would be to climb in your fridge and drink glacier water
He sent me a mirror pic of himself and sent it to me and all i could think about was the amazing bong hits i took with his roommate in that bathroom.
in other news, i feel like i just shat out all my sins.
Today in French class my teacher was singing "what does the fox say" so i started answering in similar satanic ritual noises
I lost my bra at his grandma's house so there's that.
How drunk are you?
Completed.
Saddle up bitches, we're going to an orgy.
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