I am drunk raised to the nth degree. The possibility of getting sick is approaching infinity.
she's just sitting in a corner ripping all of the filters off her menthols
So I fucked that hot french guy last night
You do know he's the one who threw up on our table, right? You get to clean it up.
She cried. My mom screams. And nut went everywhere. It was all around a bad situation.
So... on the count of three, we are going to forget last night ever happened... 1...2...3
See this is what happens when we don't have sex everyday
He knows my period schedule but not my work schedule.
She texted her brother about how much she loved his hot tub. He responded three days later that he wasn't aware he owned a hot tub.
I think, at this point, getting pissed and declaring my love via reality TV would be an improvement
I plan on having so much gay sex in our house while you gone.
If we could give a gymnastic score to drunken nights, I would be a part of the Fab Five.
Hey, I'm off work. Wanna take a metric fuckton of adderall, possibly get daydrunk, and get my hair cut?
It was only in the sobering silence of the wilderness on the mountain, after I was too tired to talk anymore and I also didn't want to tell Julian that we were lost, that I realized how super tripped out I had been the entire time...
I accidentally just texted my dad asking if he wants to do shrooms with me. Do I leave the city now or...
I'm just really glad SD weather is so erratic so I can get away with wearing a scarf in May to cover up these hickeys.
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