ugh, today is just one of those 'get high before your 8am class' days.
I had my own version of the Hangover last night. I woke up to a disassembled Christmas tree, shit on the futon, and a hamster in the bathroom with a necklace on that said "Feed Me Bitch." I don't own a hamster. I don't know what I drank last night, but I want to do it again.
Just woke up with a blunt in each nostril and a lighter duct taped to my chest...good lookin out
You screamed at all of us and then showed us your sack. You're like the boyfriend of my dreams.
I mean besides the fact someone got stabbed, I still had a pretty good night.
when you wake up in a apartment hallway wearing someone else's shoes, you can pretty much assume last night was a success.
Before I left he insisted on serenading me with a ukalele. I might be a little bit in love
Wonderful brian is stoned out of his mind, floating in a lawn chair in the hot tub eating a giant plate of macaroni and staring at the moon
After arriving 30 minutes late, he slowly walked to his desk and halfway there he just falls over like a tree and passes out. I now have some sort of proof as to how awesome that night was.
i want to have awesome sex and feel fuzzy.
How was that my fault?! I made you breakfast and gave you cake, as you asked. Then, you initiated sexual activity.
we all thought you were asleep. he found you an hour later sitting outside in the snow lighting a bowl, singing the CatDog theme song, and hugging a box a Franzia.
I'm pretty sure male strippers are the last things I need in my life right now.
My sister's exploding appendix just cock blocked me...
Found a trail of Taco Bell hot sauce packets through the garage to our back door and cheese in my bra. I'll say it was a successful Sunday Funday.
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