You know it's time to leave Spain when you are back and forth between Skype and a Spanish dictionary trying to figure out out to say "I can still smell you on my skin."
bras are like tupperware for tits, keeps em fresh.
Woke up to 'distilleries' on the history channel. Proceded to vomit all over the floor. Back on the wagon today.
i had to wake up at 4 am to do my laundry because I was afraid if I saw people in the laundry room they would judge me by the amount of clothes I had covered in vomit from syllabus week
Learned a valuable life lesson last night. It's titled "Tequila: Still A Bad Idea".
she made sit in a corner, drink nothing but water and told me she was worried about me because i picked up an irish guy at a taxi rank. says the girl who invented tequila night and fucked a guy in a park across the street from a sweet sixteenth.
They evidently had to pull his penis out of me while we were passed out on the floor.
New drink: empty coke can vodka water maple syrup. Get on my level
I found a 9 minute video on my phone of you singing into an eggplant.
Medicine hack, old crowe and ramen flavor packets isnt a cure for the cold.
These last few days with George, grandma, and now Carrie all dying have been pushing me further and further into rum's sweet embrace.
Had a dream we were competing for tomatos.
Bitch how dare you drink my dos equis
If we both don't have awesome filthy sexual experiences to share in the morning...we are no longer best friends.
on a scale from 1 to "can't put a toothbrush in your mouth without gagging" how hungover are you?
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