cruising supermarkets, asking random people where i can get weed. fuck alaska
i carry sandwiches in my pockets more than any normal person should
I'm starting to think The only feelings I have anymore are drunk and hung over
you can't hurt those
I think I might stay on campus instead of going home for thanksgiving and see how many townies I can hook up with and no one will be around to judge
Monday morning margarita madness at ny house. Yes before wheel of fortune. Yes day drinking.
My living room is scattered with glow sticks wrappers, sparklers, face paint & beer cans?
It's not as cool looking when the drugs wear off, is it?
I can never go back to Jacksonville. We think I may have punched a child in the face while on acid...
you kept saying "i will not *breathe* regret this *breathe* in the morning *breathe* i just gotta remember *breathe* to BREATHE"
The strip club incident sums up our friendship pretty well
"you can only have my number if you answer all the questions on this trivial pursuit card correctly"
To be honest, waking up to 20 naked people in my house was not the weirdest thing to happen to me in the past 24 hours
Today I learned that when you lick a mans butthole, you get wined and dined at a nice french restaurant.
Can I pee and smoke my bong at the same time or is that like eating on the toilet
If I could I'd magically teleport drugs and alcohol to you. Like a bad decision fairy.
I experienced pure joy just moments ago when I looked down and saw that I had another pop tart to consume down my mouth hole.
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