saturday- my day is open, my legs are not. you in?
well apparently not.
I think I'm cybering, it's been a while and its more in depth than it was in 8Th grade.
All i remember was he was wearing billibong pants... well actually my mom found that out for me.
def just vomited mimosa in the gym trashcan. i weigh less already so i say its been a solid workout.
if that's jizz on my steering wheel i'm gonna be pissed...and impressed.
I feel miserable and there's nutella all over my phone
I woke up at 4 am to my roomate peeing all over my clean laundry. He thought he was in the bathroom and yelled at me for being in the bathroom with him while he was peeing.
I just fully woke up, never smoking that much weed again. I had stress dreams about your house being surrounded by a lake and we kept losing our cars in it.
So I've been in more fights on one leg than I've had on two.
I literally cut myself out of my pants. What is my life.
It's not even 8 pm, or Saint Patrick's Day, and Kevin is drunk on my roof humping the air
I don't know if the puke on my pants is mine or not
I'm not sure what happened last night but my dog has a red cup taped to his back with a little beer and a ping pong ball in it..
We invented a new game.
You know you have a good math teacher when we're talkIng about mixture problems and no one gets it until he explains it by talking about mixing alcohol
we should get together and get drunk.
On a Monday?
don't discriminate against mondays.
Randomize
