I woke up this morning with I hate myself feeling
SO stoned. Sitting in just a thong in front of a fan. NO work for a WEEK! Life is good :)
at least franzia made me throw up pretty colors.
You're probably reading this when you wake up from your "nap" in the front yard. Maybe next week you should go to class, and not start Thirsty Thursday at 9:30 in the morning.
Knowing that he goes to voodoo every Thursday really makes me want to get myself checked.
All i remember about last night is holding a bottle of bacardi and screaming challenge accepted!
I'm out of mixers so I am using sugar water. Times are tough.
You stood outside his house all night throwing your sister's leftover Easter eggs and singing 'now you're just somebody that I used to blow'
I have a weapon and I'm not blacked out. Good as gold
I'm pretty sure I have enough material at this point to start a blog called Guys I've Banged in Pictures together. Why does this keep happening to me!
Well, we ended up labeling the relationship. We are now each other's designated butt-toucher.
Oh man
I hooked up with the lead singer of the band at the wedding. I am so hungover.
I feel like I don't show you my boobs enough. And you deserve to see them like all the time
I wonder if Paul and Andy realize how lucky that they are that we're too lazy to start fucking other dudes so we just stick with them
You talk the same way I hallucinate.
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