That bus ride was like a tour of all the bushes I puked behind last night
Made a visit to my old puking stall. I missed it.
he left his wallet here so lets treat ourselves to a lunch for the lack of penis we both had deal with
Beware of calls from Dad. I just had a longer than I would care to admit convo about the ididarod. Apparently it starts tomorrow.
bark. im thoroughly looking forward to kegs and eggs. next weekend should be pancakes and pinnical, then cereal and seagrams and then whiskey and waffles.
He told me to put on my big boy pants, then take them off and fuck her before he smacks me with a chair. His pep talks suck.
walking back to the dorm.. she is flashing evryone, demanding beads. we tried to stop her and now she just keeps yelling "Bourbon st bitchesss"... you get her tomorrow
Tonight, a friend walked in and said "oh look at that. Drunk on the living room floor. Just as expected." this is my life. This is my life.
My logic for bringing him home was, he's in law school so odds are he wouldn't kill me.
The house hit rave levels when La Bamba came on which confuses me because I live in white suburban Canada
PARA BAILAR LA BAMBA ASSHOLES
And for today's main disappontment. I thought I saw a midget with fireworks get on the buss, alas it's a child with cleaning supplies
Every text my dad sends me is an AA mantra. Might be time to take a look at my life.
And by "I love him" I mean "I want his tongue down my throat.
I do have a history of lying to Customs. I once convinced them I was an astronaut.
After the 2nd person threw up, you told us that your 'mint shooters' were just shots of mint mouthwash
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