so would me posting the photos of the cock and coin jar incident be completely out of the question?
Hurricane Earl: Get Blown party at my house friday! Byob: bring your own bitch/booze. Must have 80s blown hair style, kazoo/noise maker (vuvuzelas/airhorns are allowed), and/or bubble wands. \n
Why am I even shocked you're doing this....
why is there an outline of nathan's body on my wall in whip cream?
You drunk invited us to do an intervention for you.
Also I spent like 2 hours on the hubble/nasa website sunday night looking at pictures of outer space and cried my face off at how beautiful and complex it is. What's wrong with me?!
It's not meant to be. I also just shot a turkey baster of gin into Nate's eye, so....
I'm just gonna pretend you didn't ask me that. I'll sweep that shattered moment of our friendship under the shame rug.
I just can't even fathom the crazy and I work at a mental hospital.
I mixed Jack with hot chocolate. This may be the best or worst idea ever. I have yet to find that out
He said I taste like cake. Like funfetti. So I feel like if he doesn't come back for that he's just dumb
If it exists, I've probably pregamed it.
I just threw up a strange neon green substance. Did I eat a glow stick last night?
Try to fuck my roomie AND steal my slippers: you are no longer my favorite cousin.
Sitting in my junior high parking lot high on ambien talking to a stranger I met on tinder. What is life?
Right. He was like "I'll be here all night if I have to..." I was like "Well then, I'll have to call the cops..."
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