Feel like bed is flying. Not sure where we're going. Hope there is candy.
is not sure whether or not everyone at the club last night calling me a-easy is a good thing?
Their flight hasn't even left yet and the 'buy food to keep yourself alive' budget is gone on tequila.
You'll be the guy with the raft that sells burritos on the river. You'd be legendary.
Also, drinking coors light. Fuck that. Fuck that in the fucking face.
I don't know how I feel about the stuff we got from that guy. Me and Monty are driving through town listening to static at full blast...
private study room at the lib turned into byob study room. that turned into battle royale and eric impaling his leg on a pen.
This may be a weird question to ask someone who is 21 years old, but are you grounded?
How the fuck does a person bruise an armpit? I swear to god, I get the lamest drunk injuries.
he's a fucking beast. people that don't even know him have started calling him "puke and raleigh"
woke with Taco Bell next to me in bed and people's shoe sizes written on my arm.
There's no sexy way to moan the name Ernest. Or Ernie. This relationship is fucked
I ate too many pot brownies and passed out topless with my boobs painted like the American flag
I was floored. Like way less concerned with him using drugs than I am with him not believing in evolution.
I picked up a towel, and butt beads fell out of it.
Oh yeah... Surprise!
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