woke up with a sweatshirt on that said "someone special calls me grandma" and a sword. i'm just going to assume that it was a good night
He was very impressed that you could put your hair in a ponytail by yourself while throwing up.
He is now tagging himself in my pics from last year where he is barely visable in the corner. i feel like he's marking his territory.
Ok I'm good with that cause I'm gonna disappear for 90 days
Are you goin to rehab again?
he fell asleep like an hour after we got to the beach, he deserved that penis shaped sunburn.
The other night I NICELY told her she looked like Jack Sparrow
Thats like me asking what you think of antisocial polish guys with mysterious rashes
Well, remember that night we took shrooms at graces an had to leave immediately to go home and hold each other on the futon and sob for four hours? That bad...
I'm gunna send you baby bottles of vodka for those nights when you just give up
"Yeah because the first thing I think of when I hear the word college is tear gas."
How many nights in 2015 can we have no one get injured, run away crying, or get into a brawl?
i don't know what happened one minute im stumbling home drunk and the next im drinking pabst and smoking with a french guy ive never met named hugo.
He was referring to me as "Teenage Dream" the whole night
I don't know if I'm dying or this is just a mild inconvenience
Since moving to the suburbs, all I do is fuck my ex and watch cartoons. It's not so bad.
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