They still haven't come up with a cure for a hangover; good luck cancer.
Note: footlong is not the password to the subway wi fi network.. p.s- im super high
I'm terrified to sleep next to her. Of course the sex will be fuckng awesome.
The only coherent words in the 6 texts i recieved were don't, cute, fucking, beer, and lions
I think he's on the stoner protein diet. I just saw him, at 3 am, spreading mayo on a slice of deli ham and sprinkling salt on top.
3 things. 1. is this real life 2. my liver hates me 3. keg race tonight
full cup flip cup was not exactly the reason I wanted to tell the cops when I was sleeping on the curb
I vaguely remember having a cowboy explain his belt buckle to me in the bathroom hallway
So the first 4 hours of my morning was equivalent to seeing under water. Things were starting to get better until I remember I drank mustard for free stuff and flossed my teeth with a strand of hair from a stranger in the bathroom.
I'm so sick
I would imagine. You did most of your drinking for brazil last night.
That and I think I got food poisoning from sharing nachos with that homeless guy..
you peed off the balcony at your sisters and asked someone below to catch it with a cup
Well watching will be involved...it'll just most likely be of me licking your penis instead of me trying to understand how Hans Solo goes up against the Galactic Empire...
They just keep looking funny at me. No one has attempted to tell me that I don't make sense though so maybe they're all way more high than I am.
He thought I was gay. I had to explain I just really like wearing flannel.
Hypothetically speaking how does one remove a lamp that they hypothetically superglued to the ceiling?
Acetone nail polish remover, and you lied about studying last night didn't you?
Oh definitely.
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