We're playing Edward Bottle-of-eight-dollar-sale-wine-hands now
He got 20 stiches.. Who knew so much damage could come from a single shopping cart.
Looking for the remote in the couch. Finding Adderall beads. Considering utilizing.
he has the hands of the vagina gods.
Currently emptying half-full wine bottles from fridge into my mouth and refilling with water for later. Drunk survivalist recycling!
I feel a five day drunk coming on.
Shouldn't have fucked on the top bunk, I bounced so high my hair got caught in the ceiling fan and almost broke my neck.
So I just went to 3 different stores because there is no way I can walk out of one store with this many reeses and still have my pride.
Do you ever actually plan things? Or is it always drugs then whatever happens? I'm considering being worried about you
Okay well we need to be adults. We're gonna end up with diabetes or some shit.
I think I will always strangely appreciate as well as kick ass at stoned dishes. Like for the rest of my life. Thank you slave job at Starbucks.
Please don't make me ever have to hear the words "the Queen's gynecologist" ever again.
Captain Morgan does not know self control. Nor does he teach it.
I haven't answered because I haven't figured out a polite way of saying fuck no
His mom came while we were asleep naked and started asking me about my plans after high school... Is that even a thing.
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