It was like a mary poppins bag, except a sexual mary poppins bag.
The last thing I remeber was convincing you to hide in the fridge, and then taking everything out and you not fitting.
So guy #2, the dancer, is programmed into my phone under the name H.uy. His number- 11 digits. I should have stopped drinking.
I should just throw a hundred dollar bill into the wind and walk away... save myself the hangover.
she took out her dip, threw up, and put it back in. it was like a scene from Nick and Nora's trip to the trailer park.
i'm as serious about my hair as jesse from full house.
that is uncle jesse to you, show some respect.
My mom made me write an apology letter to all my family for hijacking the eggnog.
thank you for tagging me in all my pictures as "skank" and yourself as "made by the hands of God"
He's had mdma poured down his throat. He's getting huggy.
my dad is now demonstrating how to start a fire with a tampon. happy fucking new year!
I want to name my colorful bowl Batman. Why? I still have yet to figure it out. But I'm calling it Batman.
I felt like a personal hot pocket and all I could taste was cigarettes.
Currently googling hangover cures, which looks a lot like working from the perspective of my boss.
My mom always wanted to raise a classy lady, it just turned out to not be her daughter.
No I come to this class stoned every week. Except last week when I was drinking in class
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