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.
omfg. get on facebook. the science olympiad team had a rave.
then he asked me if i wanted to "handle his wingman"
Aj and I already plan to tape our thumbs to our palms so we know how it feels to be a t-rex.
Im shrooming at the foot of a tree on top of a mountain. Feeling fly as fuckin socrates and bon iver.
I'm approaching homosexuality at an increasingly alarming rate with each break up.
some people popped out of a houseboat and asked us to their party. their houseboat IS A WEEDBOAT. it is full of weed they grow weed. EVERYWHERE.
The school security guard knows my name.... I think I'm missing some memories...
i was talking to them for like 5 mins and they were like HEY LETS GET A PICTURE and tequila said it was good idea
were facing impending death from north korea and were sitting here snorting tylenol to get high.....where did our lives go wrong?
Don't pretend you don't want to dance on the edge of overdose all three nights
The bros used their bong water as pong water but I walked in mid game and didn't know so they hit our first cup and I chugged it.
Getting dome in the backseat of a friends car with Ariana Grande playing in the background was probably the most romantic part of my night
At least your nickname is not Plunge Slut and that nickname is not in a published thesis work
Remind me to talk to you about nipple clamps.
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