My place. Tomorrow Night. Bring your liver, and something for it to do.
dont quote avril lavinge. im to drunk.
I wouldn't necessarily call it an addiction, more of a passion. I'm habitually passionate.
im trying to catch a child molester. call you later.
oh no you fucking didn't eat my mac and cheese you cunt
we put the last xanax in the middle and played hungry hungry hippos to see whod get it
fair is fair
Sitting on the floor in my kitchen eating taquitos. Being this drunk the next day has lost its allure post graduation.
I just remember making out with this kid's friend, washing blood off my hands and hearing the RA's were looking for me.
We don't need a hotel, we'll just sleep in the post office.
Yes I have a handle on life. A handle of Svedka.
My bed smells like stale sex...I want it to smell like fresh sex, I miss you.
Excuse me while I download incredibly disturbing porn until I'm more ashamed of myself than of my country.
I must be the strongest person who ever managed to get knocked down by a pug.
that game of battleshots got way too fucking intense. why does the couch have burn marks now.
Yeah ok. We can maid of honor each other since you don't like my boobs enough to lesbian marry me
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