Pick my eyebrow is burning. I'm sitting in the back of dolows vat and listening to jolly music and wilfgang is signing and looking food. Cute kid. Home is where I go now.
what. the. fuck.
Just opened a bottle with my rape whistle. At least it's finally getting used for something.
this is the last time we take the mathletes drinking.
Waking and baking in my bathtub. In a giant sweater. And no pants. This is going to be the best 420 ever.
If graduating leads me to stop getting naked at inappropriate times in public places I'm going to be pissed
Dude.. full face helmets and hangovers do not mix... I am never going to get rid of the smell of puke.
Well he just said "there's glass on the floor and it's okay I'm only bleeding out of my esophagus" so yes he's tripping
I woke up half naked on the floor next to his bed, and his cat was staring at me like it had seen everything that i myself don't remember..
A big dick and how quickly they respond to snapchat is all I look for in a guy
I'm still high with raccoon eyeliner eyes and chocolate all over my face and chest, clutching a mug of wine. Happy graduation.
Apparently it's illegal to hit pedestrians with coke cans... But the cop complimented my arm. That's a win in my book.
yeah, I'm getting gagged by the cock of fate
The number of mornings I actually have to say out loud to myself "you must put pants on and go to work" to get motivated is...troubling.
Not bad. Ran into Carlo. He shared a story about a sailor who got gonorrhea in his eye. It made me feel better about myself.
The hangover struggle is to real, just passed the drive thru window. Twice.
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