It's like a parade of train wrecks.
we put on a show in the hot tub for our boyfriends, then climbed out and both got down on our hands and knees and puked at the same time--still naked.
oh yeah I'm gonna practice throwing up so I can be ready for Friday night. and Saturday. Beth is back, diaper and all.
She got her phone back last night. And the first thing I sent her was a picture of me pooping in a culvers bathroom
He just left me a message saying he left the rest of the weed for me. Did i just get paid for sex? And if yes did i just get paid in drugs?
Your place is a magnet for either righteous parties or crippling alcohol dependency. Lets find out which together
He sent me a picture; erect penis, cat in hand and no pants on. He got a boob pic for that one.
Plan: drunk dancing. Reality: drunk almost getting in fights with people that could beat me into the ground.
Remember camping when you drank 36 beers to yourself in one day and puked in your tent? Ready for round 2?
It's like rock paper scissors. Cold showers and smoking beat hangovers.
We've been walking through the woods for two hours, he just keeps taking pictures. At least we'll remember this tomorrow.
I'm back in the dating scene now... Since the legality issue calmed down. And my stalking charges were dropped.
i have a raging boner for Saturday, day drinking is one of my top favorite things right next to alligator wrestling and blowing shit up
Stop studying come to the bar get drunk and help me figure out how to get home pretend there are commas in there someplace
dont you DARE use my tequila influenced words against me
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