So Ive decided I have serious issues. Im walking around the school with a bag labeled booze money collecting from people while slightly hungover at 8:20 in the morning, and nobody is questioning me.
it's like god just wants me to be high for five days in a row. keep the blizzards coming.
bubblegum was invented today. we're getting drunk. end of story.
HE HAS A CHODE. LIFE IS NOT GOING TO BE EASY FOR HIM.
You're probably reading this when you wake up from your "nap" in the front yard. Maybe next week you should go to class, and not start Thirsty Thursday at 9:30 in the morning.
Last thing i remember is pounding jager and puking in that nerds george foreman grill. Then i wake up this morning with some random tooth brush in my mouth
I cried singing "call me maybe" on the way home from the bar. What the fuck
So my mind was like YOU ARE TOTALLY GONNA MAKE IT TO CLASS TODAY but then my body was all LOL NO YOU AIN'T.
I want to name my colorful bowl Batman. Why? I still have yet to figure it out. But I'm calling it Batman.
Eating a chocolate bar and crying over a cobweb. Life is beautiful and I love shrooms.
I mean jail does seem alright, all the free broth you can eat.
I feel horrible. I brought her to your house like a late night pizza delivery and dropped her off.
If I was banging all the guys that people think I am, I'd quit buying batteries.
I'm just sitting here drunk and eating peas because my life sucks
I would fuck him just for his dog
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