...She just said, "We've been blessed with good drugs lately."
Yes, do intervene. Unless it involves cowboys with loud trucks and hard 9 inch dicks. Then just come back for me in the morning.
The guy in the next stall screamed courtesy flush and then puked. Bless you Vegas
You swear the intervention is for her? I've fallen for that one twice.
I don't care if we have to swim home from the bar, Im not gonna sit home in the dark and read some fucking book
We legitimately thought something was wrong with you until someone pointed out you were just doing the thriller dance
donating our bodies to science does not justify what were doing to them.
i have an important question...can you drink in jail?
Vom Wallet is no more. We now boldly enter a responsible, adult era where we will not throw up liquor onto ourselves.
The window painters skipped us. They didn't know what to do with the giant SMOKE WEED in the window. So they just skipped it.
It's national "dress up your pet day" come over. Drugs and dressed up cats..it's the shit dreams are made of.
Tomorrow I need you to slap me in the face. I'll explain then
the next thing I knew, I was on the floor of a Tim Hortons bathroom in Canada.
Drink. Fuck. Waffle House. Repeat.
It wasn't as awesome as they lead everyone to believe. No stripper. Ran out of booze. The chipmunk. He was real.
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