Hahaha, sighhhh...I texted him to no response. It's a shame, really...I would gladly exchange my body for pizza rills.
wow wtf my bar tab was 80 dollars
IT WAS DOLLAR BEER NIGHT
Fiestas. Its like a classier verson of mardi gras.
We pay for beer, you give birth. It's how the world works.
it's to the point where working 2 jobs this summer will absolutely not cover how much i will spend on alcohol next semester.
You cant give me a fifth of god damn jim beam and expect me not to cheat on my gf.
Talking about the game in the closet with a banana wearing sunglasses.
Don't you realize there's more to life than sex and pizza rolls?
I'm eating my emotions. I am no longer interested in anybody other than my own hand and vagina.
Only thing worse than going to work with a hangover is going to work with a hangover then realizing that u don't have to work that day
In case you're wondering where my head is at right now, it's wishing that I was getting laid and not having a debate about cheese.
I mean, except for the part where I was vomiting up pineapple and hot sauce, it was a really fun time.
Fuckin' raining men in my bedroom while I'm trying to drunk eat a rather large portion of pasta. Like shoo I already picked who I'm sleeping with. Pasta wins.
I don't know what's wrong with me. The guy from bar rescue is making me horny
Is it bad that whip cream tastes like sex to me?
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