i feel like an archaelogyst. im pulling apart last weeks brownies to find the weed in them
So I just learned that my father was teaching me rules for drinking games when I was 5.
Also, turning on the light this morning was a 3 step process. Way too hungover.
Do you know of any good hiding spots in the Atlanta area?
He puked in the voicemail. That's a true friend right there.
Siri makes being stoned even easier. I don't even Have to type my texts myself
Though I typed a half of that one
New drinking game idea: Take a shot for every republican you see on facebook bitching about the ruling.
I wasn't even hungover I was just mourning my dignity
Nothing like being naked and confused and clutching a scented candle...at least I woke up in my own bed though.
I'm really sorry I bit your mom last night, it was completely uncalled for.
You have a penis. Therefore everything you say is automatically wrong.
So many questions so I’ll prioritize. How did I survive last night?
raging hangover at work with a lunchable dreaming of the sex ill never have. my life is perfect.
Setting myself up for trouble? Yes. But getting laid is a lot more important at this time.
I don't even remember what dignity looks like anymore. I JUST WANTED TO ROAST SOME POTATOES
Randomize
