I can't remember if we talked about feelings. Fuck you Miller High Life.
one might say we're banned from that church
so he expects you to be his vegas whore for the season. nice.
we ate a 40 pack of string cheese and watched an entire washing machine cycle.
I hate the hobo that sits outside our building
Joe or Chris?
do i even wanna kno y u kno their names?
well i came home drunk one night and Chris offered me a beer as i was coming in, it was kinda weird but i wasn't goin to deny a free beer. you're proolly talkin about Joe though, he's the one with the fucked up eye.
I was talking to some girls while you were falling off your bar stool into the person next to you.
I woke up in your car in the McDonalds parking lot. What the hell happened to 'no man left behind'?
That awesome feeling when you are pooping on the same toilet that nobel laureates have pooped on
Well, somebody (me) put on reindeer antlers, crawled around on the floor, and meowed at people... So yeah, I'd say it was "one of those nights"
Ugh I can't even look at alcohol this weekend, my body needs to heal.
I really couldn't care less what she looks like. That's why The Lord Our God gave us doggy-style.
All I've done today is make sangria and wonder what the hell I'm doing with my life.
Wake up. Smoke. Masturbate while eggos cook. Go back to bed. Smoke. Body spray shower. Beer with breakfast. Class. Morning of a champion.
Questions: How did Rachel get home? Why did I find both her ID's in my shoes? And does anyone know if she's alive?
LACE UP YOUR GODDAMN SHOES
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