I haven't worn deodorant in like three days and have been laying around in my underwear listening to music and drinking. I think i've made my own Bonnaroo in my apartment.
his blackberry tasks were 1. take names and 2. kick ass
i woke facing the corner with my computer and i had googled "how to put out a fire" i am so scared to turn around
I just smoked my last bit of kief with a grill lighter. This is what crackheads must feel like.
I think I'm still a little drunk from Sunday Funday and I just changed for a date in my car. wish me luck.
the last thing i remember was the norwegian kid tacking a bag of wine to the ceiling, then boom! shower drain.
First night sober since New Years. I'm not sure what hurts more, the hangover or the credit dread when I find out what the tickets to Bali actually cost.
Dudes don't just lick butts of chicks they're not into.
My bail money is reserved for people I either A, think were in the right, or B, have an awesome story that leads up to needing it. Just remember that before you call me.
you need a warning label. Just announcing that you are Scottish is seen more as a challenge. Those guys have no idea what they are getting into.
We talked about breaking up, had sex, and in the middle of said sex, talked more about breaking up- best sad day ever
Beard. Chest hair. Job.
The holy trinity.
Walk of shame through Chipotle? Check.
the funny thing was, all i remember was a liter of vodka and going to oneonta for the night. then 2 weeks later bam, i get a letter banning me from campus for the next 4 years. awesome convorsation with my dad to wake up to.
I mean, who hasn’t been fingered in there back of an Uber?
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