My place. Tomorrow Night. Bring your liver, and something for it to do.
Got a plan. Ill do rock paper scissors and if you win we smoke a joint. Throw rock.
Everything we own is covered in grass and KY
she was so wasted that she tried to tuck me in and read the jokes on the taco bell sauce as a bed time story
He said they were doing a skit in class apparently someone else is dressed like a horse. Ive never felt more proned to skipping class than now
counting down the days left of school on my birth control packet.
every single one of us blacked out. we woke up the next morning and it was like the night never happened. IT'S STILL A MYSTERY
I wonder if I could sublet my bathtub to anyone.
drunk me just left notes all around the apt to remind shitfaced me that i have mashed potatoes in the fridge. do not take them down if you come home before me.
I'm pretty sure they changed the plants at the grocery store because of us
I got into a fight with the dude who fell asleep on my couch bc he wouldn't wake up but managed to get a lunch date set for thurs with another guy by the time he finally left. So how's your day so far?
It only takes one line of cocaine, and you try to shotput a fucking kitchen table
Should I be flattered that she mumbled "You're the king of my face" before passing out?
In other news, I’ve officially fucked a grandpa.
they gave me money. the money smells like weed. also they gave me weed
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