Uhhh...do I owe you any money? Or an apology? Or anything?
Now that I've come to graduate college. I realized the only discernible skill I learned was how to roll a joint properly. go me.
Well thats $24,000 well spent.
So i decided to deal with the awkwardness of last night by making out with all three of them
I asked her if she had any t-shirts of bands that didn't suck. I got a Sublime shirt and my answer.
I blacked out, fell off a swingset, and thought I was Liz Lemon for almost an hour.
Ok...drunk girls at the bar are charging $1 for motorboating. It's fucking WEDNESDAY. I never want to leave.
On the back of that comment, I've formed a theory that as a result of my brainwashing your drunk self actually believes that beards are your calling.
I just got carded by a ten year old.
My mom was looking at curtains for me and sent pictures and I had to be like "not the Disney princess pink and purple, more like an acid trip"
You fed me pizza off a sword last night.
i’m just listening to christina aguilera’s “your body” on repeat and trying not to pass out at my desk.
You were throwing cups at people in the basement, yelling at them to get out of your swamp.
I just drove by a stop sign that had a used maxi pad stuck to it WHAT THE FUCK
I have his gate key so know he has to see me again.
Lol, perhaps. But the drinks are so cheap, the music is better, and the bartenders and bouncers all know my name. I can't abandon it, even if it is a gay bar, its still my Nirvana.
Randomize
