we're blogging at a bar
I guess what I'm trying to say is you've fucked more people than the economy.
and that's how I found out my dad doesn't believe in towels... holiday magic.
We left around 4 AM after the stripper showed no mercy and dropped into a split on Matt's nose. Massive nosebleed.
Recent Google searches: "babu kangarooz"... "why 2 tacos bell" and "is dinosaur in real life"
I'm fucked up. I can't drink anymore. We stole a cat.
How do you not remember seeing the kid from our chem lab table and repeatedly yelling "lab partners for life!" at him?
I wish you'd make everyone's lives easier and do him already. Then we can get rid of him.
Apparently she saw two women get in a slapping match over a comforter at target yesterday. She said it was awesome. Clearly I take after her.
Just walked into the bar to find a guy in a Boba Fett helmet leaning casually against the wall, texting. This night just got real.
But I aced my quizzes. Apparently flash card beer pong is an acceptable form of studying.
Here's what I don't understand. How does anyone watch you eat mayo for 12 minutes and then ever fuck you again??
I sent my boyfriend to the bar so I could go out tonight and actually get laid..
I keep track of what day of the week it is by my recent destinations on my nav system. \nRight now it's: booty call, bar, booty call, brunch, bar, church so that must mean we are getting close to Sunday when we start the rotation all over again.
Theres just something about today that says lets get drunk, dont you think?
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