You were pretty fucked up... decided playing hopscotch down the stairs was an excellent idea.. it was extremely entertaining
he was writing an apology letter to his liver in shakespearean english... That much fun...
like we started out all organized and composed and within thirty mins people were throwing up in the bushes, arguing over a beer bong and jumping in the pool with their clothes on
You should've stopped drinking when you started asking people for bites of tequila.
Let's just say, at one point i got woken up at 4am by a naked guy who was offering me steak, in a cup.
It was like inception, a dream, in a dream, in the back of a dodge charger.
Maybe it was that imaginary ghost dick you were stuffing in your mouth a minute ago
I think Jabba the Hut is dying in the stall next to me.
It's like an adderall Houdini. Right when you think you have a deal he disappears
When I am this hungover I become increasingly grateful for having my own private office
PS- My flight is being emergency landed bc someone smuggled cats on the plane.
Just shared a bacon biscuit with my cat.... Life is weird for me right now
So you can text and rub it at the same time? Bravo.
I can do anything and masturbate, if I truly wanted to.
I should probably add her on Facebook for as much as I cheat off her in Physics, huh?
Okay. Did I say I did anything unusual? Because I usually do weird stuff. Did I clean mirrors? My mirrors are really clean, and I think I remember having windex..
Randomize
