Whats contracted in vegas does not stay in vegas....
Oh my god. I just envisioned myself eating panda meat. I need to get out of this class.
i just had to wipe vomit off my fone to text you. yeah that hungover.
What's the kids name that was drinking stale beer and redbull out of the blender?
We are getting high tomorrow and being statues at the cafeteria. Come find us.
The worst part was I wasn't conscious enough to move out of the way, I knew i was being puked on but I couldn't move.
I remember just enough about last night to wish I didn't remember anything.
We need to go back to the barter system so I can sell my body and just be done with it.
I can tell right now that knowing you will either be really fun or ruin my life
I feel like shit, and I can't get the band aids off my nipples.
My sober self will be embarrassed tomorrow. For now I am laughing my ass off.
He made a playlist to use during sex...that ended with The Ultimate Warrior's entrance music.
At least you got some excitement going on, you got weed and might die tonight, I'm just sitting here bored as fuck.
This night could easily degenerate into a drunken haze of strippers and gambling, but I need a support network.
That portable toilet under the bed? Turns out it was a tuba. Explains alot.
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