Me. At least after what I've been through.
Puked in a cab. Passed out on my floor an my mom put a blanket over me. Home by 1045. I won shitshow trophy last night.
4 feet of snow. teaching the cats how to snow swim. throwing them off the porch and seeing what happens.
he somehow instantly knew i was from vermont.
it probably had something to do with chasing your soco with maply syrup.
It reminded me of the time my mother gave my Bailey's in my stocking when I was 14.
OHMYGOD did I try to use pinesol as a mixer?
Starting the weekend with a pair of pants on which the zipper wont stay up. Is this a sign of things to come??
I remember it because it was right after the sadness and right before the sluttiness. The calm before the storm if you will
Although I would ideally cut back on smoking weed, imagine what getting high and looking for our spirit animals would be like
I totally forgot about finals week. im the worst adderall salesman ever.
It wasn't even dirty talking, it was more like the soothing gentle nonsense noises you make when you've spooked a horse.
First of all she starred talking about God which immediately killed my buzz
I hope Trump leaves Planned Parenthood alone for at least another month. The week got away from me. #whorelando
I'm using emojis for drug deals now. It's time to kill me.
The clothing optional portion of the night began around midnight. Then we did disgusting things to each other. It was beautiful.
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