You are the patron saint of my drinking problem.
it's fine if we fail the bar, we were never going to satisfy the moral character requirement anyway
It's a 2 hour train ride a 7 in the morning, of course we're bringing alcohol
I just spent 30 minutes cleaning out my coleman grill. Did you really have to have grilled yogurt?
Are we going out tonight?
My conscience says no but my vag says yes
we spent fifteen minutes trying to convince you that you weren't locked inside of your car
there COULD be a gas leak in our house... proceeding to smoke with extreme caution...
You were on the drunk bus swinging around on the pole when you decided you were hungry, so you pulled half a bagel out of your pants and ate it. Everyone stared at you, dumbfounded as to where it came from, and cheered
a pansexual with facepaint started fucking a tall black girl on the bed i was sitting on so im going to mcdonalds
So apparently using the emergency exit of the bar as a bathroom is frowned upon in this establishment...
It felt like I was on painkillers mixed with Molly mixed with the sinking feeling I'll die alone. 10/10 doing again.
dude idk where I am. fuckin like. there wheat field and a horizon and shit. I think I got on a bus? some dude named Sam gave me a pamphlet about Jesus.
You were throwing up into a trash can full of used condoms. I had to intervine.
I just Spray tanned myself while high as fuck its either going to look like a work of art or terrible graffiti
I begin to question your sobriety when you both left here shirtless, with beers in one hand and shotguns in the other
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