All i remember is people cheering me on to drink faster than the dog, out of the dog's bowl. I just couldn't stop.
I don't know how I'm gonna do that tomorrow. I feel like I was hit by the motorhome. LOL I WAS.
You should never talk to him again. Unless its you knocking on the door and punching his dick.
OH. MY. GOD. FUCK HIM. JUST GRAB HIM AND FUCK HIM.
C'mon pople!!! THursday afternoon isnot gonna drinkin itself!!!
I vaguely remember us chasing shots by licking each other's faces last night. Our friendship has reached another level completely.
So I spent all night thinking my bed was floating down a river and telling the cats to get on the bed because they were going to float away. Percocet is strong shit.
I'm tripping pretty hard right now but every time a Volvo drives by I feel like everything is gonna be alright
So I just went to clothing optional bar
Today one of my patients offered me pot brownies. Medical school worth it. Living the dream.
The part where he comes over and ignores you isn't what makes me mad about that story... It's the fact that he ate your tacos, AND THEN proceeded to ignore you. That's cold hearted.
I dunno that I'd be trusting enough of junkyard tequila to drink it.
The good thing about country bars is that the men generally look like men. The bad thing is the country music.
I’m a go ahead and fuck down ATL. So when I leave in January I’ll have no regrets.
If you’re wondering why the bong is outside the garage door just know I was being environmentally efficient by not using the freezer to chill my shit
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