In regards to your tweet: as its been said on all of those posters on ffffound: keep calm and carry on
Vomit. Vomit. Whatever. You wear a tiara in public.
cannot fit in my clothes. too depressed to drink.
if you drink enough to puke, it's like a weight loss plan.
What is this red stuff in a water bottle in my fridge that's labeled "not for baby turtles"?
i'm naked playing bejeweled blitz in your bed. this is both a forewarning and an apology
bubblegum was invented today. we're getting drunk. end of story.
Fell off bed. Face first. 10 stitches. huge scar on forehead. totally going to start telling ppl my parents died fighting Voldemort.
We team puked and then made sex like wild monkeys. If that isn't love, I don't know what is.
I once puked on the side of the hwy driving home and it somehow made me feel more Canadian. So don't rule it out
I mean, who doesn't have an ex involved with bath salts?
I never want to do this again, I'm going to chew off several fingers and apply for disability
The sweaty, naked apartment dance party wasn't complete until I threw the whole jar of glitter on us. It was like the icing.
See what happens when I don't get laid? I make poor life decisions, like buying baby ducks.
You were wearing a cookie monster onesie and telling everyone you were actually the sausage monster..
On the bright side I still got laid
Are u alive? If u are, you deserve an award.
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