Wait. When you mean sick you mean a cold sick right ? not something else.
No, he will live forever, like cockroaches and Jack Bauer.
So gin and wine won't be happening again
Next guy we share better have a little more dignity than that
I think I'm drunk. That wine was old. I found it behind the water heater next to the mouse poison.
I can't feel my brain.
They found a chair, duct taped me to it, then gave me a bottle of vodka to 'make me feel at home'
I have sand in every orifice, there are bruises everywhere, and I smell like a distillery. I love summer.
I don't give a damn about what he wants to do with his life. Personalities are for pussies.
I was busy. But now I'm about to consume alcohol and chicken. We shall see where this takes us. Maybe to the moon, maybe to the floor. I have no idea.
Exactly, there's no such thing as commitment at foam n' glow
i just stole a 8 pack of olde english 40s and 2 roles of duct tape. we are going to make edward proud tonight.
I'm home alone drinking wine, so high, scrubbing my house down... This is what my thirsty thursday has become
Any idea why the fuck i would replace all the music on my ipod with the fucking Goosebumps theme song?!?
Apparently drunk you is really nostalgic?
You slid down a wall, tried to pull your cast off and yelled that casts were too conformist.
I get a little bitchy. We all know that
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