My room smells like vodka and shame
babies were throwing up all over the place
forgot a fork. i am eating fettucini alfredo with a comb that i rinsed off the the bathroom sink. eating alone in my car. life doesn't get any sadder than this
I'll be honest with you, my dick was out at that point in time.
All I need is the Internet and a place to drink.
There's puke on my pillow. I'm still wearing my wedges. And I have a cab drivers number clutched in my fist.
We took it as we must go to waffle house or else we will upset the gods.
Turning 21 will be slightly bittersweet. Never again will I be able to get underage drunk at Disney World, now I'll only be able to get legal drunk and that just sets a whole different and sad tone for my life.
I'm pretty sure I just need an IV drip of Plan B at this point...
I was chasing disarono with Bacardi and watching ice cube movies. It would have been an epic birthday if I wasn't by myself and actually had some decent friends.. Hint. Asshole.
Is it too soon for me to wonder what sex with him would be like?
No it's a real cult, with original ideas and shit like that
He took some pill and now he's on all fours demanding we give him chips from the dog bowl. Come get him.
you know you're in deep when you watch fear and loathing in las vegas and every damn scene is relatable.
I was so drunk I got motion sickness from sex.
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