Everytime I think about NYE, my gag reflex kicks in.
people are starting to question the shark bite story
I'm walking down the halls of our hotel and listening for sex noises and knocking when I do.
He's having a heart to heart coversation with the keg about what he should do with his life.
he said that weed should be legal but that particular bong shouldn't be. i stared at a clock for an hour and a half after i ripped. so logically, i completely agree.
I feel miserable and there's nutella all over my phone
Are you having sex right now? Or is the apt just swaying rhythmically on its own? Either way, awesome.
I'm so hungover all I can do is stare at my curser and hope it starts moving on its own
I remember just enough about last night to wish I didn't remember anything.
As far as drugs go, alcohol has all the elegance and precision of hitting yourself in the head with a hammer.
I just saw a douchebag with frosted tips & a LaCoste polo with popped collar driving a Call of Duty edition Jeep. It was a cavalcade of stereotypes.
Excuse me while I download incredibly disturbing porn until I'm more ashamed of myself than of my country.
Two days later and my throat is still sore. That bong is a double edged sword.
come home. I need you. I'm too hungover to deal with this hangover alone
So i woke up on a park bench... Using my shoe as a pillow, cuddling a empty handle of vodka... Yet I'm still in my living room. Someone please tell me why all my vodkas gone? I'll deal with the park bench situation at a later time.
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