I'll forget this but out at 4am with a lesbian model at lil waynes bday party for the record
no matter how many times i close my eyes and hit ignore on my phone. i must remind myself shit i still have to see her at work
i don't care what she did to you. we are not having sex in front of your sister.
I was under the impression that I sent actual words. turns out it was a series of letters and question marks on a side note we still had sex
You rolled out of the car, got on all fours and puked then just nonchalantly stood up and waved goodbye and thanks for the ride.
All I remember is taking a bath, puking in the bath water numerous times while trying to wash myself and I must of eventually given up
i have this gut feeling friday is going to be interesting.\nAnd by interesting I mean I feel like im going to get punched in the face by his girlfriend.
Codeine + Boredom = Sprinting between my front and back door.
I'm never waking up next to someone after sex again. It's alllll downhill from there.
most desperate stoner moment might have been when we filled the bong up with pond water
desperate times, desperate measures
Well I can't message him and be like "hey I was behind you in CVS a month ago and I remembered your last name and DOB and looked you up on fb and added you so wanna hang out"
You told your mom that it was your second day sober. I think she believed it until you jumped off the balcony
No more house parties. We're almost fucking 30 years old and I slept until 6 pm.
Acid king. Jackson puked a lot. Promoter booth. Angry security. No acid. Probably a good thing.
I'm starting to notice a direct correlation between blackouts and broken bones...
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