Conclusion from last night: Sometimes being classy isn't as fun as making out with a guy on a pooltable in a bar. Happy birthday, Canada.
maybe i get so drunk and make stupid mistakes cuz Subconsiously im preparing for my real world debut
I just bought 1/2 a fifth of vodka out of an old school baby carriage from a homeless man. Gotta love this city.
He's crying and calling me out on using him. It's awful. And I'm too drunk to leave.
They high fived mid Eiffel Tower, then we all proceeded to talk about how our friendship is much stronger now. I'd say a successful first threesome.
You called yourself Captain Aspirin and then tried to cure my headache by shoving pills up my nose. Fuck you becoming a nurse, you can't take care of me while you're drunk ever again. Ever.
you had a pretty long talk with your shrooms in attempt to make them not give you a bad trip, it failed
You stumbled in the house, mumbled something about a cheese party, grabbed a block of cheese and the whiskey, and left.
Did I really just find a cheez- it box full of condoms in your room?
Dear America, sometimes I miss your Everclear and its consequences.
You have no idea how pumped I am. I literally plan on dying. You're in my will
I like that our conversation ended with "im gonna go get pregnant goodnight"
If you need anything just hit me up
Pancakes
Noted.
I really prefer to do my walks of shame in the summer
like, there were so many other better not terrible choices you could have made, so i'm honestly baffled that you managed to fuck up that bad
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