Why the fuck was there a shirtless Mexican in my apartment this morning?
I remember seeing LSAT prep books and thinking "Whose room is this? I should be hooking up with them instead."
no, i'm currently making the trek across campus to get all my stuff from last night. My ID is in one guys bed, and my camera in another guy's bed.
pouring popcorn down my shirt before we went to the bar was the best idea ever. it was delicious and convenient.
Vegas should really enforce the buddy system because if not everyone is going to end up swimming during the water show in front of the Bellagio.
next time we drink: battle shots.
battle shots or battle shits? if its the first, explain. if its the second I think I figured it out.
Everything was cool until I tried to photo bomb those Hells Angels, then it's all a blank
It's 2pm, and I just had to pass a guy in the turning lane because he was driving down Main Street in an electric wheelchair pulling a flatbed trailer with 2 of his buddies in it and they were all drunk holding beers.
Sorry, that was mean and I didn't mean it. I'm just mad at condoms
I still hate everything and everyone around me. Krampus taught me nothing.
If you sleep with him I will stab you int the uterus with a pitchfork.
Prepare the pitchfork.
I finally got my restraining order in the mail. Was that supposed to upset me? I'm just over here like "TELLEM BOY BYE!-\nlegally..."
I haven't gotten dressed in 4 days. God bless you, unemployment.
Unless it involves a lot of whiskey, an ACDC concert, and a guy named Juan from the Philippines, then I'm not interested.
Pride log, day two. Noticing more bruises and scrapes. Liver functions probably very lowered.
Randomize
