I guess there's a 50 percent chance that it was her that wet my bed.
Last night was def like the makeout party episode of full house
I miss being able to drink at 11am just cause it was sunny outside.
Getting stoned and going to costco. If i'm not back by dawn, you know what to do.
Oh well shit happens. This is my not worried face. This is also my still decently drunk face.
Standing in front of the open refrigerator with a 3/4 empty bottle of wine eating Bac-o's from the jar, topless. Somebody really should've taught me better coping skills.
We were naked in bed for hours and we didn't have sex. Either he's gay or he wants to respect me. Neither of which I approve of.
Somehow it went from suicide to pierced nipples. I think we're good.
I vaguely remember seeing that couple making out in front of that store and i yelled "I ALSO LOVE THE ROCKY MOUNTAIN SOAP COMPANY!"
We watched game of thrones, broke up and I drove away blasting ridin solo while he dougied
If I die tonight, I want you to have the rest of my nachos. And my porn collection.
I also don't hate being called a giant sack of cheese. Is that weird?
We literally laid down in the back of my car and had sex in a parking lot and it was in the top 3 best moral-less decisions I've made.
i feel like if we ever had babies together they would just be drunk all the time
my roommates gone so i can take codeine and sleep naked
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