My life is like a Sweet Valley High book but with lots of alcohol.
Reggie can tackle my bush.
She can't drink and she can't smoke weed. She might as well be dead to me.
Its so hard looking at my mom and pretending I'm not dying a slow death of binge drinking
Help. All alone. Room is. Changing colors. Dance party 2010, but without dancing.
Two dudes got up on top of the pianos and danced shirtless. They didnt even get kicked out. I love vegas
I liked a picture of him with his pants around his ankles, if that doesn't say I'm into you, I don't know what does.
We should give each other good-luck-on-your-finals head in the morning.
Drank for free all night and I'm not even sleeping w the bartender. What is this magic?
I told you alcohol was flammable, but you didn't believe me until you tried to extinguish your sparkler by submerging it in vodka and the bottle burst into flames.
I feel like at this point in my life I should be dating someone who doesn't run out of all his money on Mondays and have to wait til fridy to buy his weed
I can't trust your balls anymore.
she said that no one there was hot enough for her so she then proceeded to give the passed out person a lap dance because he was "her type."
is it still considered wake n bake if you wake up at 2 pm?
The economy cant be that bad, I willingly got fired to bang her again.
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