i broke my thumb. i no longer have 2 opposable thumbs. i'm sub-human. i love vicodin.
thus making me awesome and them whores
you ate skittles off the table like a hungry hungry hippo. it was awesome.
I'm in the laundromat a drunk armenian guy keeps trying to help me fold my laundry. Ah i'm going to miss queens.
I think his glow in the dark Star Wars sheets, at the time, really turned me on.
Climbing onto the roof in a dress and high heeled boots was probably not the best idea, especially after all that Bacardi.
And I was the only one who felt it was dangerous to set the tv and blender on the ledge of the hot tub
get over here now. the boys are doing shots of everclear, chasing with monster, and some dude jsut walked in with a backpack full of tattoo gear.
Did I crawl through the hotel lobby all the way to our room?
I'm just pissed at the whore who takes over my body when I'm blacked out.
I'm smoking a bowl and pondering why we haven't discovered teleportation again.
Instead of a hangover my body just feels like shame
That is a hangover
I would prefer a headache
We tried to make ramen in a glass bowl on the stove. They called facilities to pick the glass out of the door
All I've consumed in the last 24 hours is cranberry vodka and kosher for passover biscotti
That's what happens when you party with the tribe
Just cried because I'm out of oreos. This post-molly depression can go fuck itself.
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