I want to buy you liquor! I want to kiss your face.
No idea how I passed that sobriety test.
After he finished I threw up my arms and shouted STEVE HOLT!
I feel like a combination of david goes to the dentist and drunkest guy ever goes for more beer
glow-in-the-dark stars on his ceiling from '98 totally make blowing him more romantic.
I dont even clean my room anymore .. i drunk proof it for when i come back smashed with a guy
this is hardly the first time i've been told i'm dressed "too suggestively" for 7 in the morning.
What's the big deal? you guys fuck
3 times is my limit. I don't even want to know you exist after 3 times
i woke up to the sound of my roommate climbing onto my desk mumbling that she was going to bed
Call me when you get up. This hang-over is like dismantling a bomb: I need someone to talk me through it.
Like, I just want to be naked rolling around in soft things.
Once I hang curtains in my truck bed that'll be feasible
"There should be some kind of award for sleeping with your ex 9 times in 3 days."
The house hit rave levels when La Bamba came on which confuses me because I live in white suburban Canada
PARA BAILAR LA BAMBA ASSHOLES
I'm beginning a new chapter of my life in which our fridge will always be stocked with jello shots. I'm excited to embark down this road to fruity, semi-solid alcoholism.
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