just woke up with an anonymous loaf of bred in my bed and a piece in my mouth. this says alot about my life.
I'm a fake celebrity on twitter. I need a life.
Girl next to me just said "as a guy I used to sweat but not I don't. it's awesome" Oh. My. God.
I puked in the revolving door and had to sit down on the escalator. That hungover. It's safe to say people are judging me.
got extra credit for showing up to class before a holiday. it hit me 5 minutes later that she meant easter....
I'm not sure if you saw my recent facebook update, but I have already put the Radio Flyer wagon to good use. I had someone pull me to the nearest bar.
She tried to ditch the cab before she payed but she forgot to grab her shoes and wake me up
i woke up the next morning in a pool of blood in my bathroom and a pinata donkeys head in my bed
so much for an anticlimactic 22nd birthday
The only responsible thing ive done in vegas is shower and that was onky to clean vomit off me
When I am this hungover I become increasingly grateful for having my own private office
I told my dad that he was in a band and he was all like " good job" and then he looked up the band and listened to their music and just went " oh have you disappointed me"
My cats name is now jello shot. How much do you love me right now?
I am that special "drink water and be grateful I'm alive" kind of hungover
It is like...the most transformative hard on I have ever had.
I went next door to get a can opener from them. They opened the door shirtless, asked me if I wanted to a smoke a joint with them. Then decided to make blueberry smoothies. But the yogurt in the blender & the berries, got confused when the berries blended into the yogurt and just kept adding more. Only stopped when we ran out of berries.
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