So. Did i wake up at 430, try to drive home, stop to throw up at a shell, and try to clean out my car and drop my keys in a full dumpster? Yes.
i woke up surrounded by junior mints. not to mention, there was a huge pyramid of natty cans baracading the door shut. this is why i can't drink alone.
She brought up feelings... her days are numbered
Hypothetical question: how bad would bacardi be as an IV drip?
death...100% death...what r u planning.
I'm getting flash backs of last night. They're coming in song form.
I received a letter in the mail from my ex equipped with a used condom,dirt, some hair, and a nude portrait of myself.
I miss the time when Mondays weren't the new Thursdays. I can't drink like my 17 year old self anymore.
They tried to convince me I broke Alex's nose. Also they stranded me on the roof.
That's what they get for locking a drunk laxer in Mitch's car.
I was like can I please fuck your hips back into realignment
Like sorry you chose to have an attractive girlfriend dude
dude, im taking a shit and i just realized it's his MOM in the shower not him...oh fuck
I've woke up with the same hoodie on backwards, twice this week. I think that's a record
Had weird bad dreams about you last night. Please tell me you didn't google my real surname and that you don't go to a needle exchange.
Socially acceptable to sleep in a booth in the library? Its not finals but I dunno if I can make it back to south. Too drunk.
Ahhh, beer. My second favorite breakfast drink.
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