all we need is a shotglass and a helicopter.
weed, chlorine, and victory. my bed smells like i had sex with michael phelps.
I call biggest shit show at the party. I welcome all challengers.
I think we were cool up until the point where he saw that planned parenthood was on my speed dial.
I just hit a new low..poured my beer in an empty coke can so I could drink in walmart.
Just bought a disco ball for 5 dollars, of course we're drinking tonight.
He was fucking her while he was wiping my tears.
No no don't get confused. We do chemistry homework on Thursdays. We screw on Fridays. Other than that, Words With Friends is our only communication five days a week. We are NOT dating.
Either I'm deep cleaning my apartment out of severe academic procrastination or I'm subconsciously nesting and need to take a pregnancy test.
I don't get hangovers. Except once. And there is a massively epic story behind that, involving so much alcohol I should have died, and 13 raw hotdogs.
Also cheers for the reminder to check last night's texts. It's been a magical adventure through drunk me's thought process.
I just peed on a rich man's lawn fuck yeah America
I might run out into oncoming traffic. Id rather break my legs and/or die then continue with today.
You have more time for sex than anyone I know.
So we decided we're going to stop having sex...except for tonight. And probably tomorrow.
Randomize