we're blogging at a bar
I have funfetti in my underwear...will you come get me?
Dude I thought this was going to suck, but moving back in with my dad is like being at a frat party every night only everyone is 40 years old.
Um, yeah. You lit my birthday candles with a joint. Mom= not happy.
Eventually the creepy theater major quirks will come out. Probably in bed. Like role playing as the Phantom of the Opera
just heard a glass bottle fall in lecture and my first thought was to yell party foul.....is it friday yet?
Those foam number one hands, are the BEST socks.
Normal vaginal pH: 3.8 to 4.5. Of course it tastes like a 9-volt. I could run a potato clock on that thing.
My drug dealer just asked me to go see Les Mis on Christmas. Should I be worried this is some type of musical set-up?
I'll be home next weekend. Its mothers day. Let's party just enough so we are frightened it might be our first
Dave called me blind fucking drunk thinking he was going to die from drinking with drake bell(wtf?) saying "it's all that drake motherfucker's fault" and later proceeded to tell me "you are my twitter"
last thing I remember is yelling 'sit on my face' through a traffic cone
Wet should excavate the hamsters out of the front yard n give them a proper burial.
Did you leave a mouse under my pillow again?
Did we actually play with swords last night or did I dream that?
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