I am dying of drunk and no thats not a typo.
So the D.A.R.E. essay I helped my tutor kid write won an award. Oh the irony.
After he finished I threw up my arms and shouted STEVE HOLT!
Hah, I lost the lenses in my glasses, didn't event notice til this morning... How was the meeting?
The cops showed up and one of them got pushed in the pool. When he got out he looked really sad so I got him a towel and hugged him. He arrested all the underage drunkards but me.
I'm pretty sure I just crapped out my pancreas. I have 2 of those, right?
You're too morally constrained. I firmly believe that you should be less concerned with how young she is and more excited by the fact that she's not jailbait by virtue of a legal technicality.
Please come home, i don't want to feel like basket garbage girl but I'm in your alleyway and not sure how to change that.
He came over to use the microwave, said he needed to heat up some urine.
Apparently it's bring your ugly annoying ass piece of shit slob of a baby day at work
I think I just found my soul mate...he's wearing a zebra striped onesie and is into Michael Jackson...I'll explain in the morning.
You tore a poster off a lamppost and ATE IT. That drunk.
Also this morning I remembered seeing the stripper he threw up on later in the night. She was clothed though.
Yeah I passed out. The last thing I remember is the lady telling me I couldn't play the clarinet with my nose.
just made a presentation to 40 students and my professor about morals and ethical issues..still drunk. at 8am. I wish I could remember how it went.
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