At some point I made a semi-conscious decision that i was okay with sleeping in my own vomit.
I'm in my winter jacket and nothing else. very drunk. bring bitches.
I'm sitting in my bathroom sink, eating a tuna sandwich. He had better weed than I expected.
You always know it is going to end badly when a guy asks if he met you at a "coed naked lawn bowling party"
I plan on gettn treatment center drunk
Fat girl left in a hurry. Possibly had to do with the missing bathroom door in my apartment.
French people screaming and throwing stuff out the window. We told the manager and he's pissed and going up there. This is gonna be like cops. Maybe better than cops.
he was very distressed by my statements that there could have been balls on shoulders without awareness
We left the bar and you kept yelling "ONWARD SCION, TO GLORY!!"
STOP PUTTING PICTURES OF JONAH HILL IN MY KITCHEN CABINETS!
If it involves notarization or the Misfits, I am up to date. Anything else, I know fuck-all.
Waking up drunk is great, waking up drunk and hanging with your mom is even better.
got a free grilled cheese. Didn't even have to talk about Jesus
Jungle juice breakfast? No? Ok.
To describe how high he was he said, " I'm cocked out of my ape sandwich" so yes...that was some pretty good weed.
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