I may or may not be drunk driving a golf cart. Vegaaaassssssss.
2 bagels in my tummy and my herpes on my mind
we were naked in his bed and he told me all about what a "baller" alexander the great was.
Woke up on the floor holding a sandwich. Shots. Never again.
he somehow instantly knew i was from vermont.
it probably had something to do with chasing your soco with maply syrup.
I think he just gave me the 'I used to sleep with your sister' discount
In hindsight buying the pill crusher with my vicodin prescription might have been too much.
Ok, was I really fucked up or was there a chick from Norway in the ice cream shop teaching us Norwegian last night?
You might call them booze related cuts, I call it "partying so hard you sweat blood"
seriously, i never want to drink Robitussin again. her face was melting as i tried to convince her i wasnt high and i probably would have fucked ray. his parents thought i was a sweet charming lesbian.
This is why you are not allowed out in public.
He was the only one not on Xanax so he holds the key to what actually happened last night
I've decided to give up hard drugs for the rest of the year.
My legs feel like baby dolphins
I'm unsure if I could pee myself at this point in my life
Hey long story short Grandma needs bail money.
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