I was about to buy asher roth's album and then i realized he was a ginger. can't support
I came back to the apartment and he was waiting for me, covered in mustard.
needless to say I left
We smoked a joint and talked about his parent's divorce. It was like being fifteen all over again.
Woke up with puke in my bed and my pockets full of Tootsie Rolls.
Jealous.
I kept grabbing at Stephanie's boobs because I thought the leopard spots on her dress were popcorn.
It's like playing clue with my own life. I have to piece together what I did, where I was, how I did it, and who I did it to
you wore rainboots all night because you said the forecast called for wine spillage
I miss waking up knowing you're passed out under my bed.
We should invent fake asshair for you to wear so you can experience my pain for a day.
Hangover Status: I've been bedridden longer than that kid from The Secret Garden. It's not looking good.
I'm in that weird half-dead, half fucked-simultaneously-in-every-orifice-by-a-bus-and-it-wasn't-a-good-time state.
It's like some sort of initiation to finger one of them... so I did it. And got high fived afterwards like a dozen times.
Those were right hand only?
I have no idea what those words in that order meant, but if you go to Florida send me pics of strippers
Can you explain the Transformers set up for battle in my living room?
He brought me another shot of rum, ice and my underwear when I woke up.
What a gentleman.
I KNOW, right?!
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