I'm twenty-five. I'm too old to be watching my friend throw up in Chipolte Parking lot.
he's chasing his jose cuervo with hot tub water
you wouldnt answer to anything but devil's advocate all night.
Their flight hasn't even left yet and the 'buy food to keep yourself alive' budget is gone on tequila.
Apparently the library doesn't care about celebrating the day Jesus became a zombie.
I need to figure out what I wanna do with my life.
There are margaritas in the freezer still.
I know. She seems like she getting that "need some dick" restlessness. Might explain the feisty attitude
I don't think you seem to understand this concept. WHEN A GAY GUY HANDS YOU A DAIQUIRI, YOU DRINK IT.
I repeat the shot was ON FIRE. I am never going to a pirate bar again.
I drank all the drinks. And jump off roof. Yay
It was like you were trying to communicate only you were using every letter of the alphabet but in no order and in a different language
Throwing up in the car while my mom drives, sister holds the bag & my dad holds my hair. This is how my family bonds.
I have fence marks all over my body
He asked me to fly out to Seattle to participate in a week of marathon sex so I'm at the airport now. I'll call you when I get back.
You went into the bathroom, got in the tub with a pillow, yelled "this isn't as comfortable as it looks in the movies" then passed out
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