Conclusion from last night: Sometimes being classy isn't as fun as making out with a guy on a pooltable in a bar. Happy birthday, Canada.
She uses empty wine bottles as book ends. 2 on each side. At least 8 shelves.
So you have no knowledge as to why I am hearing loud repetitive mooing from next door?
All I remember is this kid kept saying that he has a dream that white kids and black kids can take shots together as one, and just we'd keep drinking to that.
I don't know what to be prouder of: the fact that last night i was able to successfully find my way home from evanston with 3-d glasses on, or that i was able to make my way around my house in the dark with my pants around my ankles
My backyard is filled with beer cans. You idiots turned our backyard into a redneck ball-pit
Hot dogs and hydrocodine is NOT the combo of champions
I'm just waiting til he drunkenly pisses in his new man's car the way he always whipped it out and went Bellagio in mine.
Idk I've been drinking all day and they're having me blow shit up. Like dont let the drunk chick play with fire and explosives. Common sense 101. I will fuck something up
We could have a classy candlelight sonic dinner with fireball cocktails if you leave now. Twat tickler centerpieces.
I'm looking for whatever I can find, and afford without having to eat my emotional support cat
I showed up to a job interview wearing two different shoes. If that's not an omen, I don't know what is.
She woke up with her hand super glued to the fridge....how the hell am I Supposed to get her off??
I think my moral compass just broke
just woke up with a trucker hat, half a grilled cheese, and popcorn spread everywhere. last night must have been good.
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