i threw up in a trash can last night at kellys irish times. but in a trash can because i'm a lady
Okay so if I'm going to keep referring to my hangover in the third person it needs a name.
When I told my mom I was having a rough time, she responded with "pop a xanax, take a nap, and when you wake up all will be right with the world." My mom is finally starting to shape up.
He passed out so we kept throwing water on him, he got excited and asked if we were at the wave pool.
i feel like the 7 eleven by your house knows our deepest, darkest secrets
Last thing i remember is pounding jager and puking in that nerds george foreman grill. Then i wake up this morning with some random tooth brush in my mouth
i looked at my phone & had a message that said "tell your friend she needs to clean my livingroom, i dont appreciate her trying to turn it into a bubblebath." I give you probs.
he threw up in a solo cup, then washed it out and used it to play flip cup. Im not sure if thats resourceful or disgusting.
It's ok, I like adventure. Just ask my vagina.
I made the jerking off hand motion to my mother by accident this morning. It was awkward for everyone involved.
too late I already started a fight with someone named luscious
She just asked what would happen if you put a vacuum in your butt and turned it on. These are our conversations.
it was so good i reconsidered my staunch atheism
I went to my AA meeting last night. My drug dealer is now my counselor.
"They won't do it. I'm in the middle of darkness. " and "Probably going to die. I've been walking for 50 minutes in one direction" are the last texts I got from Steve
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