Just wrote a paper about alcohol abuse that sounded like my weekend...
cutting back on calories before spring break by only taking shots instead of drinking actual drinks.
the diet of an alcoholic...
2 am we went back to his house. his mom handed us beers and cooked us pancakes. the next morning his dad had washed my car. i lied. living at home after college definitely does not suck.
I'm so used to throwing up its no longer a game of hanging over the toilet. Now it's just 'stand up, aim for the toilet, do my thing' then walk out
Anyways, i'm off to play with a rubber dick and a ouija board with two other girls...
he can show you his cooooock\nshining, shimmering, splendiddddd
Aaaaand then she sang MDMA to the tune of the YMCA song, with appropriate gestures.
We were running down las vegas boulevard at 8:30 am with our beers cause we were late for our flight
The ONE weekend I don't put anything up my nose, and it decides to bleed like crazy
We shouldn't eat pizza in the pool
We r drinking tequila out a glass bottle and smoking weed underwater, pizzas the least of our concern
I'll never get why we had to sing the entire full house theme to the cab driver.... never drinking rum again.
Thanks to that wedding, I got to use the term "finger bang" more than I have since high school.
Discovery: there is a folder in my pictures labeled "Your Name and cats"
You had sex with him AND his man bun. Like not just him but also the bun.
I'm gonna ask his dad. Weed trumps broken heart any day.
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