Apparently last night I sat at the bar with an upside down sharpie lightning bolt on my forehead, yelling "It's Harry Potter's birthday! Let me be on the qudditch team!" And I kept calling the bartender Dobby. There are videos.
we made margaritas with slurpies from 7-11 and beer.
i just realized that fran drescher is the 90's version of a guidette.
So getting a bj to I believe I can fly is one of the greatest things ever
As one final fuck you to the courthouse i'm paying the rest of this ticket with sacajawea coins.
you called your neighbor "slutsauce" then passed out on the stairway. not even sure why, but props to you.
Atlanta road trip update. Jimmy fell into the petting tank at the aquarium. And freaked out. With cops now... Keep you posted
He tried to reenact Braveheart's freedom scream but got tackled by his drunk roommate who thought he was yelling that the handle he was holding up was free.
He has a bed frame and a headboard.... That match his dresser and nightstand...
Hahah. That's good.
I feel like you don't understand the severity with which this weirds me out...
I need you to ship me a penis cookie care package.
Basically I think I'm replacing men/sex with theme parks.
Acid king. Jackson puked a lot. Promoter booth. Angry security. No acid. Probably a good thing.
Glitter fights sound a lot funner in theory.
he said he's going to burn things and pack his stuff. he may leave tomorrow supposedly but i doubt it
That has got to be a joke. No human eats that much grass and lives to tell the tale.
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