weed, chlorine, and victory. my bed smells like i had sex with michael phelps.
and i looked up. we had an audience...
Just found a shot glass and plan b in my backpack...
Im guessing the shot glass is for plan c?
I'm too hungover to be in a fucking cow suit right now
i watched you ride a mechanical penis. nothing is awkward between us anymore.
Climbing through a window thats four feet off the ground isnt the easiest thing when youre high, trust me.
I am nonfunctional stoned. I had to ask ben to put me somewhere away from all the people I'm sitting on someones bed watching a wall. Not alright. Should not have come.
Just found a note from Saturday that says "rainy soft hair".... Any ideas?
I puked up my nose. THAT kind of night
I've spent all afternoon taking and editing selfies. The life of a bimbo is truly tiring.
Why are there so many fucking Lambchop puppets hidden around my house?!
Did you cry?
I don't think so. I definitely lost my cool though
Yeah i think jesus would lose his cool in that situation
Some girl woke me up at 1:30 am looking for weed and the next thing I know I'm in a hot tub with 3 girls, 2 40's, and a blunt.
What is my life coming to that I have to cross state lines to get laid?
Like how do you live your life and have never made a grilled cheese? The audacity of some people
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