in the event that i am dead, my body is laying in the intersection of ... the pearl in springfield. it was my friend's 21st but i think i'm dead. wearing a black top. like i said, probably dead.
I mean, he's dancing back and forth between pathetically sad and massively fucking creepy.
Just think about it this way, every time you work Sunday, it's another $75 and that equals another hooker when we go to Amsterdam.
he just told me he'd rather go to the pirates game. i know it was desperate but i said id give him roadhead if he let me come along.
We are not turning the camelbak into a beer bong
Hes stumbling drunkenly around the streets of New York with a balloon vagina on his head. I'd say hes having a good night.
My arms are sore from holding up pukeahontas for so long
I know shes my ex. And I know she punched me in the face and stole my car to go get drunk. But it's the best sex I've ever had.
You're sick. Take pictures if you can.
I have vodka soaked strawberries. My latest tarot card reading hinted at a lesbian/bisexual coming out. I doubt I survive the night.
High Amy loves you. Sober Amy is unsure, but she's not here so fuck that bitch.
We are sitting here staring into each others eyes, mutually rubbing forks up and down our respective noses. High as balls doesn't even begin to cover it.
Maybe just the first 2 wks of Nov can be dick detox.
Trust no bitch in laser tag. Not a single one.
This hangover is what we deserve after that level of debauchery.
Then you guys just all showered together...?
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