so that wasnt chicken after all
I really need to stop carrying a flask around with me in my backpack at school..
Aren't you in 8th grade?
9th, but that's not the point.
Sooo sorry about that. And crying. And comparing my life to a duck
some how when im high sleep beats hunger...its like how paper beats rock it doesnt make any fucking sense but it still happens
I just took boredom to a whole new level. I just auto-tuned and remixed today's western civ lecture
He says he's "masters drunk." And if that's anything like "kentucky derby drunk" I know enough to not go over there.
he turned the pretty ricky playlist on. its about to go down.
I sent him a pic of my tits.. All he said was, "oh your sun burn"
I'm questioning the dried chocolate syrup on my tits.
She won't let me open the car door while we are on the highway so I can throw up outside. She deserves to have her car thrown up in.
I feel like a fucking princess. Like an heiress of a kingdom of drugs.
He was dressed as ron burgundy and his pickup line was "dont worry, i wont make you jump in a bear pit."
Yeah, but she is forever sending my vagina on some sort of mission.
Some days, I wish I could get a hug from a furry muppet
Threw up on break at work. That brings our collective tally to 9 times. We can never drink like that on a monday again
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