It smells like weed.
We are in Boulder, Everything smells like weed.
Making pb&j crepes. Using corn tortillas. So high. I don't know if I'm offending French people or Mexican people more.
I can't believe we just used the phrase "jizz to juice ratio" in casual conversation.
just had to shower sitting down. i hope this isn't an indicator of how the rest of my week is going to go.
He filled our room with little plastic cups of beer so the only way I could get out was by drinking them all.
Oh. And what's the twitter protocol for following the guy you blew behind a shed?
I know it I should, but it's kinda nice. It's smells like unbridled enthusiasm and copious amounts of melt your face off sex.
All of her cloths were on our coffee table this morning. The only things she left with last night were her shoes and Scott
I spent ten minutes questioning her on what kind of cup she wanted... Then I asked what kind of water she wanted..
WOAH TOO HIGH
So hungover. I'm getting too old for trolloping around in disco shorts going shot for shot with well behaved underclassmen in an effort to lure them to the dark side of alcoholism and liver failure.
Also, I cannot stop picturing myself in a bar, 3 years from now ordering soda. Just soda. 30 pounds over weight and wearing a cat sweater. I feel like I'm heading in the wrong direction in life.
I had to hypnotize my roommate last night so there's that.
I just imagined myself as R2-D2 and you as C3P0 walking around the Vegas desert looking for alcohol
I'm by myself. some Midwest chick is hitting on me because I gave her a deviled egg. I need the distraction.
The highlight of my night will be digging in other people's garbage
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