Okay so if I'm going to keep referring to my hangover in the third person it needs a name.
If we don't get kicked out of this hotel tonight for fucking too loud we're breaking up
So high. I just took a picture of my chewed gum so I can remember to paint a picture of it as a cloud later.
I know. I just don't want anything else. I have no other desire. Just a ham sandwich.
I honestly don't know what to make of that.
A ham sandwich would be nice.
drunk taco night MLK would want it this way.
True as that may be, are you coming to the birth of my imaginary child or not?
Whoever was the last to get in from the chinese firedrill had to pay the dealer.
Oh if I trust ANYTHING about you it's your ability to lead a douchebag around by the dick
In lieu of flowers, please donate to The Hungover Children's Fund in my name.
His roommate left already and took the beer pong table so we had to take off his bedroom door. Maybe res life won't notice.
I know. I feel like I should be doing mature responsible adult things though. Like getting loans, working 60 hours every week and not eating burritos in bed, ya know?
Also, the greatest of ironies: I got shampoo confiscated by security while Corey managed to get pot through. MERICA!
I watched Morgan Freeman explain the existence of nothing, now I'm afraid of sub - atomic particles. these egg rolls are outstanding
Apparently we don't communicate very well unless we're drunk and/or naked
he rolled over in the morning and told me happy valentines day. i don't even know his first name.
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