Nothing too bad. Lost a stuffed horse on a stick and tore my clothes off. Again.
So Ive decided I have serious issues. Im walking around the school with a bag labeled booze money collecting from people while slightly hungover at 8:20 in the morning, and nobody is questioning me.
It tastes like I coughed up blood....hello liver damage, I've been expecting you.
its always fun the next morning to look around the room and see where all the clothing landed.
this isnt the person you just texted but i have her phone. she disappeared when the bacon came home and she hasn't returned since.
I get way too drunk to be trusted with family heirlooms
This is a whole other level of drinking. Like the I used to eat paste with these people kinda drinking.
Sharing a bathroom with a guy sucks. I always have to set an alarm for the middle of the night just so I can take a dump. Poop text btw
I think i'm going to homewreck at this Disney on Ice show.
I still can't believe that I ate McDonald's off of my chest in his bed...
Cross faded me is not the classiest.
No not at all haha I wish there was a picture of that
I'm reliable. I always make it home. I always throw up in the street too.
How do we have all these hot friends who we never do body shots off of
I feel like we have a good system here turning our sketchy decisions into great stories.
You crawled into bed with Bob and started whispering to him about produce.
Yeah. I fucked her boyfriend, she knows, and she still wants to keep dating him. That's love.
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