I'm going to shit on something weird... I can't wait
I just took went to the bathroom and it smelt like blue curococo... I didn't flush yet so head on up if you wanna know what a good night smells like.
They woke me up at 6am and made me drink a bottle pf champagne yelling "champagne breakfast!"
I dont even remember coming home... All my stuff is strewn randomly around my apartment... And I woke up at 5 sitting propped up in my bed with just my arm in a shirt
I bought 2 40s with winning lottery tickets and they paid me $.03. 'Merica
Gym?
Sweet baby Jebus, no. I'm Motley Crue hungover. This must be how it feels to rail a line of ants.
Who knows. I'd probably only get a makeout with an OTPHJ from her so the return on sexual investment from her isn't looking that great.
Ugh I can't even look at alcohol this weekend, my body needs to heal.
LOVE ME MORE THAN PIZZA CAN
As we have told you before, the first rule of hook-up bingo is we don't talk about hook-up bingo
GUESS WHOSE BEST FRIEND IS OUT OF PRISON!
We can't do acid Disneyworld.
Also, I don't know if it's the drugs I'm on or not, but I truly believe I was hypnotized last night listening to an audio book.
Remind me to tell you: When threeways go awry, my MLK weekend story.
If I'm not there when the plane leaves, I didn't make it through security. See you at home! Vegas bitches!!!
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