Going back to my hometown to drink absinthe with highschool boys. Remind me to evaluate this decision tomorrow.
I looked him in the face and asked if we could stop. he asked why. I said "I can't feel it.". ...I feel bad; I should have faked.
I actually kind of like the booze poos. It's like a colon cleanse. I feel skinnier.
where's my purse there's an important taco in it
You told him you loved him!?
I mean if he translated "Zi luve ku" as that then yes.
maybe i'll make good life choices and keep my legs closed. periodically txt me friday and saturday night saying "baby carrot round 2" that should stop me.
I think I'm getting too used to throwing up in the reception trash can. It doesn't even phase me anymore
If I ever write a book, i'm calling it "why do i work with fucktards?"
It'll be a good sequel to my other book, "why do i sleep with fucktards?"
Btw, if I didn't have 3 limbs in restraints and my free hand offing myself with the pocket rocket, I would have snap chatted you. Next time.
we managed to melt a few different forms of plastic into the cannibutter....
I wouldn't know what to do. You never really mentally prepare for a cactus getting thrown at your face.
Nothing says "back to school" like walking in the first day with a hangover
At one point we were both in the bathroom and i was taking a shit while holding your hair as you puked in the sink. Friendship.
Puked in the trash can. Took a bite of someone's breadstick and kept dancing and drinking
Drunk and bowling. Only good things can come of this
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