the party we crashed was not a party. the party we crashed was jens grandads funeral.
hahhahahha. mid doggie-style, i faked an asthma attack. the sex was that bad
he suggested we appoligize to eachother. then do blow and painkillers & have ourselves a make-up party.
i didnt mean to paint the dog... it just kinda happened
still haven't packed clothes. only wine. gotta love spring break
he busted in while i was showering looked at me and said "youve lost weight bro, no homo" and started puking into the sink
just walked past the recycling bin in class, there's keystone cans in it. go cougs.
Update- I sold my hat to some drunk kid for 50 bucks. I used my earnings to buy beer on the way home. I realize to everyone else seeing me drinking on my balcony at 6am, I look like an alcoholic, but I'm thinking of it as a night cap
The best part of last night was the women's softball game on the TV at the strip club
I have 7 papers to write and I already bought gas station ice cream in my pjs and questioned whether or not a beer float was a thing.
That's not as bad as watching a dumb ass drunk peeing into your window fan -
I felt like a personal hot pocket and all I could taste was cigarettes.
Yesterday we were fuck buddies and today I'm meeting his mom. That escalated quickly.
Dad smells like hangovers and 65 years of bitterness
I'm naked and there are two trees and a yield sign
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