just drew up plans to mow my front lawn into the American flag for world cup. that high and patriotic.
im laying here in the parking lot drinking a warm coke, prob still drunk, feeling like i need to apologize to everyone i know
It doesn't count as drinking alone if you're making rum cake with it.
I'll see your cousin, and raise you a sister.
We should search craigslist for porches to sublet.
You're doing that 'overestimating how much I care' thing again.
Regular drunk falling on flat ground did not prepare me for drunk falling into a pile of firewood.
omg. i wish i could describe to you the number of things that were just in my vagina. i feel like i got gangbanged by construction workers.
Fair enough. I'm gonna finish off half a bottle of Brunettes in the shower anf relive the good ol' days. We need a reunion
So it's always a good weekend when you don't get any sleep, try opening a bottle of wine on rocks, and end up needing a tetanus booster for our stupidity... Same thing next weekend?
And then he posed under the bed and said, "you should draw me like one of your french girls." Why do they keep giving this kid drugs?
ok, i suppose pissing your pants could be considered a wardrobe malfunction.
Update: day 5 and Scott has not left the apartment. Still smoking. Pizza roll supply dwindling.
Blacked-in to me, shirtless, giving myself finger guns in the mirror and rapping "stacks in the club stacks stacks in the club."
He just felt my tits to find out which piercing I lost.
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