I just rolled a joint with a page from On The Road by Kerouac. I have never felt like more of a hipster.
I just added her as a friend on Facebook. I met her 5 minutes ago and there are already more than 50 pics of me uploaded... from other nights.
dude skip the party. it is a fucking post office here
what the hell does that mean?
nothing good but a whole lotta male and packages
definitely just fell out of bed trying to plug in my phone. when did laziness start getting painful?
How does "I'm not drinking tonight" turn into body shots?
we were running to make last call and you stopped me and said very seriously "if i fall, go on without me. just make sure theres a beer in my hand when you go"
you took my bottle from me saying i was unprepared for its magical qualities. then you buckled it in the backseat.
I woke up with glitter in my wounds.
Zip lining have a big frozedn drink with 151 rum chippendale pic life is GREAT
Also I think I'm starting to get calluses on my hands from my level of sexual activity
im so proud of her that she got shit faced finally. This must be what it feels like to see you kids get their diploma or some shit.
Just sharpening my eyeliner with a butterfly knife. You know. Typical weekday morning.
I think the worst was the guy who sent me YouTube videos about how age doesn't matter, and then a link for natural breast enhancements. Kill me.
She deliberately backed into the homewrecker's whoremobile and yelled ""FOR SPARTA!"
I forgot a room to the key..so whenever you wake ip and read this...I'm sleeping inthe hallway..please find me
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