Dude, you were so drunk last night that when we went into subway, you forgot the word for bread.
champagne bombs. Yes, i think that is where things may have gotten out of control.
We planned for the zombie apocalypse. In great detail. Of course there was booze involved.
I would ask why there is a chair tied to the door of the fridge.. but I am not sure anyone knows the answer.
She had sex in a public bathroom and slept on a couch in the dorm lobby. It's only Monday
She told me to pick her up in the corner of shame and self-disgust.
I didn't know. I guess I really haven't had that much time for drinking lately. I mean, outside drinking at home/work.
I sent you a snap of me in the bath, and you sent me a snap of a taco. An actual taco.
If it's any consolation, I made really strong brownies yesterday and had 3 and then I saw demons
I need to pull it together. I just cried my eyes out to Master Chef Junior.
It's like sleep walking but with blowjobs
I just showed this kid my nipples to work my shift tmw
I just bought sparkling water with plan B. I am the most basic bitch to ever exist.
Today will be the day I throw up in my backpack in the middle of class
Dude, I'm pretty sure I just drank iced tea last night and yet I'm still hungover. What the fuck is my body anymore ?
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