I mean, he's dancing back and forth between pathetically sad and massively fucking creepy.
you ate skittles off the table like a hungry hungry hippo. it was awesome.
Sudue. BIG CUP LOTS OF NOMNOMD TUOSPY
last nights episode of shot friends brought to you by polish vodka and flamingo baseball. pickles cure hangovers.
I wish Samuel L. Jackson would narrate our bar crawls
We kept trying to bring you to the hospital but you had a tantrum and kept saying you would never be Miss America
my question is who was more confortable? You sleeping on the floor or me tweeting from a bush?
Using the random money I found in my bra from Halloween to pay to print my bio notes. I only brought a debit to the bar. College win.
I just...no. You make my soul cry. You are giving me karma-cancer. This torture of my majesticness can no longer be tolerated.
I got drunk by myself and ended up listening to Beethoven in the dark.
This couch is so comfortable I can tell if it's like a waterbed or I pissed myself
MY INSIDES ARE BASICALLY BEING WRUNG BY A CHAINSAW IM NEVER TAKING PLAN B AGAIN
We watched Purple Rain and then proceeded to have sex while listening to the album. If that's not exactly how Prince would want people to honor him, I don't know what is
If its not for food we ain't going out.
Stranded. In bathroom stall. No toilet paper. I repeat NO TOILET PAPER! Assistance needed asap. GO! GO! GO!
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