To answer your question of whether I "went back," tits just informed me I was kicked out for falling off my barstool and passing out on the floor...
all i remember thinking as i was puking my intestines out is : wow.. this toilet does look like it's from the future.
She's not depressed. She's just sober. It's like the same thing.
Just set a new record on Need For Speed at the arcade. Had to enter Tiger Woods as the name.
im probably the most hungover person watchin icarly right now
The best part is when you puked in your slurpree and the 7 eleven guy still made you pay for it
did you not get the photos of the finger bruises on my ass?
The things happening in my intestines right now should only ever happen at truck stops and frat houses.
We started pregaming at 8. It's 11, and her only 11:11 wish is to be sober. It's hard to not love her.
I need an adult. someone more adult than my current state
Drunk at work, covered in Cheetos is no way to go through life.
I found Cheetos.
Plus he stuck it in when you were sleeping which would have been the tipping point for me but you art school kids are all liberal and shit
Update: day 5 and Scott has not left the apartment. Still smoking. Pizza roll supply dwindling.
Full body rubs, head scratches, foot rubs, massages, a penis that is able to get hard whenever you want it. I mean ive got a lot to offer
Fuuuuuck dude, he’s got #Excel in his Facebook bio; I’m screaming
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