Wine + wine + wine + wine + bud light = puke.
flashcards smell like vodka and my textbook is in the toilet. ready for the final
she was eating donuts out of the garbage. enough said.
The background of my phone is you taped to the wall wearing a cowboy hat
you were leaning up against the wall pulling your shirt up asking girls to dance on you. your courage to do that is both admirable and frightening.
I literally told her "she's a sandwich I'd like to make" and that's all it took
What is this nonsense on the table
Your idea.
I mean the hole taco that was chewed up and spit out
Things I have learnt this week: bubble mix is toxic. Extremely toxic.
Of course I'll be there. I never miss an opportunity to smell like cigarettes, cheap beer, and shame.
He's got the most well kempt beard I've ever seen and I need it between my thighs is basically what I'm saying
You drunk? Cause I have a terrible idea...
I'm gonna fight the coyote
You know it’s going to be a rough day when you scream “Get fucked” at your alarm clock
She handed me scissors and told me that they were the ones with the lowest probability of having been used to trim someone's pubes.
What are you bringing to class tomorrow?
sorrow
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