I puked in a mailbox on the way back from your house.
I love how my brain works. It's like being on drugs without the costly upkeep.
They called security on the security guard who tried to break up the party in their suite. You tell me how drunk they were.
But besides the pee thing, he sounds like a nice guy.
marshmallow pipe was a success. so was melon pipe. come try it
the party has pretty much ended, it's just 20ish of us jumping and grinding to music from some guy's phone in the corner.
I'm so bored right now i'm literally Googleing all the possible ways to get high with household items as my mom is sitting in front of me..
Apparently i asked the cab driver how much the ride was going to cost, (he said about $25) then i offered him 50 to let me drive the cab...
He told me I was his first American. I feel like I should've brought a flag to plant on him.
The packers need to win more often, Andrew keeps drunk calling me and confessing his undying love for me in between puking and taking more shots.
Our apt smells like hot shit marinated in oregano and cumin. No more taco truck dinner, fuck face. The wall paper is peeling.
Apparently we carried the stove upstairs. I Woke up with it in my room.
I still maintain we were not that drunk......
Dude, Dimensionally it doesn't even fit in that stairway! We might have to knock a wall out to get it back down!
I'm not gonna lie. I'm a little scared.
Good. The Jell-O shots look great.
I wrote a list of things I enjoy doing. So far it says "get high and go to museums."
I HAVE A FLAME THROWER. COME SEE IT. IT’S SAFE AND WORKS.
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