I got drunk and applied for two credit cards last night. About to find out if anyone in this world is still dumb enough to give me credit.
Well I'm glad to hear the fight wasnt over his small dick.
Just a heads up, i'm sleeping in te back seat of your car so don't be freaked out when you see me in the A.M.
i threw up in his garden in front of like five people smoking a joint. they let me have a hit after i was done so it was okay
I yelled at the dude who smoked him up "YOU'RE THE REASON I'M NOT GETTING LAID" then went to bed. So yeah, I guess it was an ok night.
I'm going to teach Troy such valuable life lessons. Yesterday I told him to stay away from girls who drink redbull and vodkas.
Just used the "Buddy" Poppy flower I got from a veteran to clean my one hitter. "I'm proud to be an American"
I'm not breaking up with him because his husky is having puppies.
Can't tell if waking up covered in easy mac is the sign of an amazing or terrible night
so dehydrated I couldn't fill the pee cup to the right line for my drug test for school. I was like sorry it was my birthday yesterday
And somehow i feel like your expectations will turn out to be illegal in some way.
It was horribly awesome. Its like looking at the sun, you know its bad for you but I just couldn't stop looking.
It's very finicky. Like baking. or BDSM.
Stacy was in the bathroom puking, so he peed out the window. We were eight stories up.
You can help me! We'll make an occasion of it. Have some rum, make some smores, condemn the email system to the pits of hell...
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