Whiskey dick.
Yea dude! Love it. Hate it. Have it.
Everyday of my life.
He lets me throw up in him even if i do it mistakeily- erica talking about the toilet
we have officially mastered the walk of shame
the women in the ladies room did not appreciate my innovation of turning a sink into a urinal
Stop staring at my boobs, I can't concentrate
Well how do you think I feel
fair enough
Look on the bright side, you can mark 'beastiality' off your bucket list
I like that most of our conversations somehow end in us having sex for the good of our country
someone lit off fireworks while I puked in the street. I was like congratulating me for making it through homecoming.
You were definitely doing something right. You could only see the colored parts of his eyes a couple of times. I was pretty sure he was dead at some point.
Dude, this guy showed up with a 40 and stayed for two days. I want that lack of responsibility
I think my boss gives me work off weekends because he doesn't want me showing up hungover anymore..
He smells like cinnamon, and what I imagine to be orgasms
Just cried because I'm out of oreos. This post-molly depression can go fuck itself.
Have you ever hotboxed under your comforter? Best. Decision. Ever.
I woke up with pitch black feet and crushed doritos around my mouth. That's how I determined how my night went
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