Its a bunch of hippies dancing in front of a stobe light. For ten dollars I could have gone to the strip club and at least had a lap dance
he texted me at 1 in the morning to ask if i wanted to come over and play in the snow with him
at least he gets points for a creative booty call
I feel as if I owe my bloodstream some tequila.
My uncles bleeding, my brother has a black eye and my moms topless in the pool... How was your family cookout?
My dinner guests were so drunk they never realized that I inadvertantly put Frosted Mini Wheats on the salad instead of crutons.
A guy in a sombrero stopped to take a picture with me sitting on the curb.
The polish Muslims are throwin paczkis into the crowd and I'm beer 6 before 11 am
The dingo escaped by eating a hole through my screen door. It's loose in the city somewhere.
Just finished my quantum homework in ladies room writing with eyeliner. I am the party/physics champion.
I remember it because it was right after the sadness and right before the sluttiness. The calm before the storm if you will
I just don't remember. It's like I went to bed on July 3rd.. and woke up on the 5th. Nothing.
He said he remembers me...standing on a snowy roof, smoking a blunt, yelling "you're pretty fly for a white guy" at him. Sounds about right.
If it involves notarization or the Misfits, I am up to date. Anything else, I know fuck-all.
just saw the most amazing side boob. i wanted to hold it.
The fact that a spice girls song is stuck in my head is a great sign that my decisions aren't the right ones at the moment...
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