I'm twenty-five. I'm too old to be watching my friend throw up in Chipolte Parking lot.
i have one question about last night
if this is about your fridge being filled with hotdogs, sour cream, and PB&J open-faced sandwiches, i can explain
I knew he was a nice guy, because when we switched positions he flipped the mattress so I wouldn't have to lay in a pool of his sweat.
So help me Jesus we're never drinking together again. But weekends don't count. Amen.
judging by her collection of mens sweaters, shes fucked the entire lands end catalog.
We jumped on a random trolley because total strangers offered us free vodka. We're not even on the route map as far as I can tell. I see now how those people died in "Hostel"... we deserve whatever happens to us tonight.
he was once again the drunkest girl at the party
He gave me one look and told me I'm not allowed to board the plane if I'm still as drunk by departure time.
They're fucking on the bed next to me. I took adderall and smoked so there's no fucking help for me.
That is romantic
Well sometimes you just gotta put your dicks and pizzas together to show you care
I only know one person in my class and that's my dealer.
He walked into the bar with a pineapple and they served him AND the pineapple
i woke up in just my thong, face first on my bed with all the lights on. how hungover do you think i felt?
The cop told you he couldn't let you pee. You just pulled your pants down and squared anyway and im surprised you didnt get arrested.No more drinking for you.
Can we skype so I'm not drinking alone?
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