I'm going to an arts college, I live next to the frat houses, and my room number is 420. god has plans for me and I couldn't be happier.
dont seek real advice from me tonight cause its always gonna end with we should have sex
you threw up in the bushes next to the ABC store and kept saying "you're home, blueberry vodka, you're home!"
My porch is a mess of peanut butter and tostitos...thanks for that.
Wouldn't be the first time..I think there's a subliminal message constantly playing in my mind that says 'blackout', 'throwing up is fun' 'too sober'
It was as if you forgot how to speak normally. All of your words came out either backwards or in song form
They put me in charge of something. Why the fuck would you look at me and put me in charge of something while i'm double fisting peach mimosas at a baby shower
She told me I made the cut, and to write my name and number on the white board by the door. I was the 7th number down.
Seriously you have a sixth sense. You woke up out of a nap to tell us all to check the clock and it was 4:18. You're like the spiderman of smoking weed.
I hope it's the birth control, otherwise I'm dying
Going to be a long day. text me later. Sorry I puked in your sink.
Sailor Jerry came over for the evening. It was a magical evening. I didn't even get puke in the house.
My fucking earlobe is bruised what the hell
I just bought six bottles of the 2 dollar vodka. oh yes there will be blood
not only did he puke in his mouth and hold it.. He also sneezed while doing this
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