You just kept taking about baking cornbread and doing your physics. Even drunk assed random you is a better student than me.
Maybe walking up to the cops busting our party with a "Things go better with Coke" t-shirt on and asking for my extra license back that my little brother got busted with wasn't the best idea of the night.
all i remember of last night is that i was drinking jameson and then NOTHING i do remember walking a dog though\nwhich is sooo fucking weird
OH MY GOD ITS COMING BACK I PUT THE DOG IN THE HOTTUB TOO
Did you find any other hidden treasures in my room? Specifically weed? Or Slim Jims?
when was she peeing in the stairwell? why dont i remember this?
....because generally we only remember 40% of the night each, and have to fill eachother in. And that still leaves 20% that we will never know and its probably for the best
I hate cuddling. I also hate when people breathe. Which he did, a lot. So he can go to hell.
It took me 3 tries to get up the front steps. They kept me motivated by waving taco bell just out of my reach. Surprisingly effective.
i want to have awesome sex and feel fuzzy.
And know that if I ever text "road head?" that it comes from a place of caring and not a place of heartlessness..
All I want is to get as high as I did that time I started hallucinating that my brother was becoming a monkey and I saw my mum on every surface of your room.
there was a keg and pinata at my uncles funeral, and a bunch of scary looking biker dudes showed up to pay their respects. i need to strive to be more like him.
I don't care how hot she was, she wouldn't stop singing "Shut Up and Dance", instant boner-killer.
I'm bringing home frosties. I need to talk about butt stuff.
I didn't even get crazy off of the coke so everything's fine. Also, I think I might have killed my aunt's dog..
its hard to say precisely how it happened, but the next thing i knew i was on top of a mountain
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