Grilled cheese is the best thing. ever. better than boys, and alcohol, and sex, and chocolate, and money. But not really the last two.
i just bought weed at the top of a mountain, best decision of our lives to go to school in colorado.
debating whether or not to save the package from my first plan b pill. it would be a nice addition to any baby book.
we decided to do a scavenge hunt for ourself for when we walked back to our apartments. We hid taco bell behind some bushes. I think they are still good.
When I find myself drinking from a boot I just go with it and refuse to ask why.
We both bought three foot bongs...going to race to see who can smoke a mile first.
Straight up if I get stuck with her I'm going to drink myself into a prison cell.
Highlight of the night was you walking into the men's room yelling "My husband is diabetic" and crawling under the stall to yell at me.
At this point if I didn't go to work hungover I think the whole place would think something is wrong
Note to self: remember to figure out whether melted cheese is a liquid when not stoned
The fact that it was "anything but a cup" now explains the cowboy boots and fishbowl aftermath at the apartment.
Going back to the ever classy sneak out to the fridge and swig liquor from the bottle method. That it is legal for me to drink here makes the fact that I have to do this all the more depressing.
I need you to be best friend brutally honest about whether or not I can go into public like this.
I'm glad you enjoyed the night but why were you calling me "daddy"?
So is he the one who got away?
They all got away. I’m a catch and release kind of girl.
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