I wonder what a non-hungover friday at work is like
That's like being smoked out by a unicorn. If the opportunity presents itself you fucking do it and don't ask questions.
Do you think blood ever gets sick of carrying all these drugs around?
Like, there are so many different things we make it do, and it just wants to settle down and be a one-drug fluid?
Stop reading WebMD high.
We let 3 boys take us home and then we woke up in the middle of the night, stole all the coozies out of the house, a loaf of bread, a case of water, a pair of shorts, called a cab, and went home.
So did I or did I not flash an entire concert last night?
I would go a lot of places to get laid. But I would NOT go to Staten Island.
he just exposed your dildo usage to the table.
Let's get a hotel room this time. I really don't want to sleep in a Dennys parking lot again.
Today was brought to you by the letter B for beer and bourbon and the number fuck you I'm meant to be studying not hungover
I lost my pants last night, she told me I walked into their room after leaving 5 minutes before wearing my thong.....and no pants. I have absolutely no idea where I left them.
2016 shall be rememered as the year I sharted while putting up the Christmas tree.
Listening to sad Lana Del Rey songs together is an integral part of the lesbian bonding process
I RAN OVER A NUN! I RAN OVER A FUCKING NUN! GOD WILL NEVER FORGIVE ME FOR MY SINS NOW!!!
I was informed this morning that I took all my clothes off and ran around the whole apartment complex. Being as they just moved in, welcome to the neighborhood.
I'm starting to notice a direct correlation between blackouts and broken bones...
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