States back in the final four. Now our sunday night drinking has purpose. Sparty on baby.
No, he grudge fucked my ex so I wouldn't be tempted to get back with her. He is either the worst or best friend ever.
You took a bar mat shot.
Your lower body and my face have had way too much contact lately.
I wish the sun would stop judging me for being drunk while it's still shining.
FOUND: my underwear in the cabinet above the toilet. What the actual fuck.
We were sitting outside of the building and he literally just walked up with no pants on. This is the best college ever
we had a full conversation and he only brought up drugs twice. overall I'd call it a success
I gave him a bj as a thank you for helping. I think that's good.
Bacardi 151 is like a past nightmare I'm still curious about
I think I've been inadvertently participating in a contest to see how many times I can show up to work hungover in my first year of teaching. And I'm the only participant. Not sure if I'm winning or losing.
STOP PUTTING PICTURES OF JONAH HILL IN MY KITCHEN CABINETS!
I think I pulled a muscle in my tongue.
sorry? thank you? I love you?
Come over I need help. I just almost died in an acid flashback while listening to do You Feel Like We Do off of the Frampton Comes Alive album.
Just used a NyQuil cup to take a shot. This night is headed nowhere good.
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