# days @ Coachella: 1 people i showed how to break it down: 279
It's an acquired taste. Like keystone. Or caviar.
As it would turn out, "jesusssssss" is not the password to enter Faith Chapel's wifi network.
watching my parents drink 4 loko out of usf cups playing pool and rocking out to ACDC...
Can I come live with you?
no more duck duck goose at the bar
I'm standing in the shower drinking with the light off and a candle lit, listening to Amy Winehouse. Be proud.
It's my coworker's last day party and I'm the one who ended up shitfaced on the train with half a bottle of belvedere in my bag.
We're not on Beacon Street anymore so now your argument about not peeing on the sidewalk holds no water. Whereas my bladder has holded every water.
Dinner was cheetos vodka and whiskey. This is what happens when even your booty call breaks up with you.
I think we need to stage a munchie intervention for Ben. I just watched him use a tortilla as a potholder to dump water out of his ramen.
me + whiskey = a bad person
I think if I send him enough nudes, he will buy my plane ticket.
It was extremely weird and uncomfortable mid blow job she looks up and says " tell me Simon Cowell makes your dick hard"
I woke up at 4am because the neighbors cat managed to sneak into my bed. HOW THE FUCK DOES THIS STUFF HAPPEN TO
You abruptly started screaming because they had and I quote “calamari on the hoof”
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