fighting downstairs. join me tonight to hear their makeup sex. also, let's make skittles vodka.
Here's my recipe for happiness. Go get a pen. 1. smoke a bowl 2. put on explosions in the sky 3. take a bath. Do this for about 1 hour or until all your problems go away.
Looks like I will be paying for the roofie I slipped myself in 9 months.
I actually kind of like the booze poos. It's like a colon cleanse. I feel skinnier.
...But it's not like we would be the first people to pay for an abortion with student loans and cell phone rebates.
He also turned out to be underage (the fucking liar) so we had to get drunk on cooking sherry
I don't like sad things. I do like drinking though
GUESS WHO GOT ABSOLUTELY WASTED LAST NIGHT AND SPENT AN HOUR RAMBLING ABOUT KRAFT DINNER, HOCKEY, AND THE LAST TEMPTATION OF CHRIST
In case you're wondering where my head is at right now, it's wishing that I was getting laid and not having a debate about cheese.
I just want my birth control to stop making me feel like I'm watching baby seals get clubbed to death any time anything even remotely unpleasant happens lol
I'm getting high with a 50 year old car wash guy. Enough said.
Yeah! Just remind me to. I'll also bring the blow up penis
I just got woken up by that guy wearing a Krispy Kreme hat giving out donuts
I tried to text you about going to the Lion's Den but sent it to my boss. She was down for it. Please advise.
Actually, my eyes didn't start bleeding until the next day. So it was a pretty awesome night overall.
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