life is all about the fine print - all i wanted was a fucking pony.
there were at least 5 of us standing around the bathroom stall cheering you on to throw up.
Just saw a dude hanging out a window upside down chugging a 60 of vodka. This weekend is big for everyone I guess
the fire alarm went off. we werent sure whether to leave or turn the music up louder
Struggs. It's also 90 degrees out but I'm not sure I can feel heat or cold any more. Too hungover.
in a thick russian accent she said "im not so good with english, much better with dick"
Uhm; your sign says 'Welcome to KFC' and for some reason I can't seem to open the door.
You threw up on yourself mid conversation with your mom and then told her a girl at the party puked on you.
Well, after emptying the contents of my stomach into a fucking rose bush, the only things moving through my digestive system are pills, coffee, and my own lip gloss. If that gives you any idea what kind of a day I'm having.
it's the amount of time you spend on preventing me from puking that really cements this friendship
Most of my life can be described like an HBO prison drama.
I don't know how it started but we all ended up shirtless andI was covered in crawfish and wearing a sombrero.
they gave me money. the money smells like weed. also they gave me weed
Do you think Root Touch Up or Just for Men would work better on pubes?
LOOK AT HOW SMOOTH THIS BITCH IS
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