That can be our thanksgiving, vodka and cornbread. Just like the pilgrims.
yeah, you were trying to hump the doorman.
when did we get a doorman?
we were also in the wrong building...
yeah come on over we're just pre gaming for the grocery store
I took the chef home. His dick even tasted like garlic
All I really need to know is how to say "where is the bathroom" and "I don't take it in the butt anymore". I think that will suffice.
i can't understand anything he's saying. But he spells alcohol right everytime so i deciphered it.
Day #3 of being the only sober person at the bar. This is depression.
We're doing it in the traditional way of discussing why we dislike each other while sharing a bowl. Just like the natives do.
Dude. I'm super jealous I'm not there. Plus I look really pretty tonight, I'm wearing my long blue dress, I have long blonde hair, and I'm just sitting here hitting Larry the Long Bong. I'll pretend like your 3 spirits are floating in my smoke. Fuck.
possibly one of my favorite moments was wiping it off your nose after you high fived a bouncer
The whole bar erupted and in happiness and confusion as I went on about pancakes.
I threw up in my room. And I cleaned it up with a spatula.
I was "singing along to the Lego Movie" high. Everything was not awesome
Made it to my hair appointment on time, and got some dick. Today is already a great day
Is it sad the checkout lady had to inform my mom she can't buy alcohol before 8am?
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