Me too. I'd like to spend all next summer high and drunk and riding ponies and boys.
at least you got your priorties in line. new years first, than the baby.
I do. There's a bald headed guy whose kinda hot. I might rub his head. I've only had 2 beers
I gotta bail on the cookout tonight. Im at the er getting stitches. Re-enacting porno went horribly wrong.
Don't think anyone else in the building has a lunchbox full of yay
Hey there's a sandwich in there too!
I called him and he said hell call me back hes in the middle of his kareokee song he was out by himself and his dog
I have 7 papers to write and I already bought gas station ice cream in my pjs and questioned whether or not a beer float was a thing.
The point remains that this is the setup for some great stories
Or terrible, horrifying, traumatic experiences
great clearly means different things to us
fuck you I'm eating salad I can't be drunk.
Should I apologize to him for saying I wanted to punch him in the face as I was digging through the trash?
It's 7am. I'm making pizza & watching the Matrix. I will not be bothered.
To answer your next question, yes, I'm drunk.
I think it might be the guy sitting next to me. I've concluded he HAS to be smuggling insane amounts of onions in his wardrobe to smell like that
I think you threw up on me last night but i can't remember so i'm not mad at you.
He bought me pizza and bourbon and played scrabble with me. So naturally I slept with him.
It seems that I didn’t convey clearly enough how well and truly fucked we are, Jack. Listen to me very closely: we are DEAD.
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