To answer your question of whether I "went back," tits just informed me I was kicked out for falling off my barstool and passing out on the floor...
Mission leave-the-puke-on-the-floor-til-the-dog-eats-it completed. I work smarter not harder
the girl next to me in class just threw up in a waterbottle during our exam.
Apparently the library doesn't care about celebrating the day Jesus became a zombie.
they shut off the water. shaving my legs with soda. that desperate.
This is the first time since last march I'm gonna be going to a class for more reasons than wanting to bone the girl sitting next to me.
i had to take off my light up shamrock necklaces, my professor was getting suspicious.
Although, I did get to see a Raiders fan and his toothless girlfriend get roughed up by the police and dragged out of the stadium. So the night wasn't a total loss.
I feel like having peed on eachother is a point in our lives we should never have gotten to...
He wanted to drink hypnotic from my butt crack. I need to move out this state.
So that 100 days of sobriety thing I told you about last week? Lasted all of 4 days. Fuck it, life's too short
Im part way to drunk.
Omg. Tonight might be the night I masturbate thinking of a smoothie!
Did we just second hand smoke crack?
do nipples grow back?
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