Yeah I guess I was Pocahontus. If she were a trifling drunk who hung out in her undies, with possible brain damage.
no sex. but he left me weed, so almost as good.
I'm really proud of her, she waited until she was on tiled floor to start puking on the ground
So the answer to your question is yes, I was masturbating on the roof of my building.
FYI, when you wake up, please note that I puked in your shoes because I sstubbed my tooee, not becus I was drunk.
he just voluntarily told me he was uncircumsized.. and that his favorite color was blue.
This is going to be the summer remembered forever as the giant 3 month long mushroom trip.
She was eating whipped cream out of a plunger at 3 am in the morning. Yet somehow she still had an elegance about her.
Please rescue me. but take your time, im getting pizza
I'll just save you what dignity you have left by letting what happened die with your lack of memory and/or liver.
I'm high. Everything has a 45° angle. That is as far as my eyes open
BUT I think maybe Thursday in celebration of America we should probably tan and see how fast we can finish everything in the liquor cabinet.
How do we stop her downward spiral?
Wine. For us.
I AM STRANGELY AROUSED BY THIS UNEXPECTED DEVELOPMENT AND I AM COMPLETELY OK WITH THIS.
I swear to God...this day is one great big who's who in the land of fucked uppedness.
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