Plan B is the new Plan A
So at this point...I'm sure you heard the story about Saturday night
my mom just wingman'd for me at a bar. i really don't know what else to say.
Just traded a samurai sword for some drugs. It's gonna be one random ass night
I would do laundry with you but I vaguely remember swallowing all my quarters last night as some kind of trick.
I am way too high for this. Some guy just keeps talking about music and life goals and he apparently has lived in every city we mention we are going
you had a pretty long talk with your shrooms in attempt to make them not give you a bad trip, it failed
I think I met somebody from your birthday this past weekend. He said I held a push up contest outside the bar and told them I would make out with the winner. He said he won..
That feeling when you're ready to convert to the religion of whatever god will stop the vomit. Dynamite is illegal.
we told the drug dealer that our car was dead and we needed a jump so he would bring the drugs to us...
I woke up hugging a box of cheerios that had "wonder woman" written in sharpie on it. So much for a sober night.
I'm so hungover that I just wrote up my will because I'm afraid I'm gonna die. I'm leaving you my bong.
Nah, I was done when the Big Pun lookalike began to sob and tell me I looked like his ex...
I made the antidote to the nasty cognac. I AM THE GOD OF MIXED DRINKS.
I don't remember anything from last night, but at track I found my thong next to the high jump pit... So it must has been decent
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