season finale of lost and an oz of weed. tonight my mind is going to be blown.
I wish there were college classes that were useful to your daily life, like how to pack a proper bowl in pitch black darkness.
I just saw a van full of amish parents and their kids. Those cheating mother fuckers!
theres still like 7 beers in the gutter from the roof party we had last night. i dont know how we got up there. but we need to get those beers down.
I found his backpack for the weekend. All it had was ping pong balls, mardi gras beads, and Tums.
Home safe. Psyche shattered. Still rolling. In love with the morrocan rug in the living room.
She texted her brother about how much she loved his hot tub. He responded three days later that he wasn't aware he owned a hot tub.
Change of plans I'm coming home and shotgunning all the beer we have.
We made a bet that we had to talk like Yoda all night at the bars
She called us while she was having sex to ask if we remembered to feed the cat
I dont understand how her boyfriend puts up with her weirdness
Do to my newly discovered condition I'm having to resort to emergency beat sessions to avoid the temptation to text girls I know are easy slams.
You're the only person I know who can be puking into a trash can at 8 in the morning in Manhattan and get a date out of it....
Never drinking again. Maybe, if our boss gave us more 3-day weekends we would know how to handle ourselves. That was a shit show.
I decided taking Molly and seeing Birdman seemed like a wise life choice.
i just wanna know who wrote "dibbz" on my ass?
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