I've thrown up so many times in the third floor bathroom of Baldwin that they should probably just go ahead and name it after me.
I don't know how much more of summer my liver can take.
Fuck that. I will get OUT of CONTROL And rise from a hangover on Sunday like Jesus himself.
Either I'm tripping balls or my dog has super powers.
Tom is laying in a bathtub filled with ice pretending to be a polar bear.
What happened to the good old days when we whispered the words beer pong and people came running?
He was spooning with the dog when I came home. Now shes afriad to go near him. Should I ask?
She's on her way over to shave my year round sweater vest into a festive argyle sweater vest. Keeper?
She said she forgot something.. and when she came out she was carrying a garden gnome, and a bottle of vodka. she was too hot to question it.
Not remembering where I left my grinder before vacation #stonerproblems
The next time you invite me out to a bar full of cougars warn me first. I never felt like a piece of meat before.
day drinking didnt prepare me for this..
Man, I miss taking bong rips in my room. Now they are bringing dogs around so all my stuff is hidden in random places up in the woods. I literaly have to hunt and gather just to get high.
You asked me how red your eyes were... they were shut.
I have been adopted by a clan of drunken skinny dipping tourists.
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