it hasn't hit me that college is over yet. so far at home, i haven't brushed my teeth, taken off my makeup, or changed clothes before bed.
Yeah no shit. My mom is giving me winecoolers as we watch a show abt alcoholics
if being creepy is wrong, then i don't want to be right
we're at Rob's house and just invented the best drinking game ever....we are on Chatroulette and everytime we see a dick we all have to drink.
I'd say this is worse than that time when I realized that my favorite bath toy growing up was my Mom's douche bottle.
Just mixed my liver cleanse with Bacardi. Best. Thing. Ever.
She compares her life to Teen Mom. She's 28.
All I heard was "I swear it'll be funny" and then we were in jail.
I got kicked out because I puked again I'm on the fire truck outside
Home. Barefoot. Drunk. Crying. Puked. Brushed teeth. Washed face. Dying. Need Cuddle.
I'll never be able to have sex on these sheets. I'd have to cover up the eyes of every single Elmo.
Maybe before the beach I should get a tracking chip in my arm.
Your vase full of piss was still at his house and he still doesn't know.
I kept telling you not to give them blowjobs, but you kept screaming back, "it's okay, we're friends on facebook!"
Dude, running 15 min late.
Let's play a game, you pay for all the drinks I can finish before you get here. Go.
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