Its about making memories worth repressing
just found my diary from when i was 14. i demand a drinking game of this.
Do you know many girls there are in gay bars waiting for me to do coke off their tits? A lot.
We have a drunken confused pantless man in our apt. Boots.
I automatically know you're drunk now as soon as you start yelling in spanish
She keeps sending, "show me your elephant trunk."
And my cat won't make me food. She's a bitch
It turns out tequila bombs is really code for straight shots of tequila…who would have guessed?
Btw, do you want me to fix this with a box of wine and a chick flick or is this more of a 'lets head to the strip club' problem? I'm just trying to analyze the emotional depth of the situation.
I think that's the first time Navy dress blues and a Ninja Turtles onesie have been involved in the same makeout.
I am honestly trying to remember his name. All I can remember is that he had a weird mole, a daughter and a lot of cocaine. Please stop letting me pick up at gay night.
I was dreaming of a parallel reality and in the dream I just looked up at my present self and was like "you're high, man"
I need to be her Aladdin, and show her the world. The sex world.
I'm trying to imagine how upset he was when he realized that he had been cockblocked by a picture of a sloth and I am drawing indescribable pleasure from it.
There's a big ass bed, hella ecstasy, and I can guarantee you'll regret every second that you remember.
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