He's been dead since March and more people write on his wall than mine.
So we are lighting beer bottles on fire and breaking them in half to make glasses
That sounds dangerous
Don't worry......were wearing oven mits.
The vomit I understand but how is there seaweed in my bed?
You need to always be prepared. Like a sex firefighter.
Some advice...don't play drunk rock em sock em robots. With actual people. I have bruises EVERYWHERE.
Is "incoherent" a legit goal to strive for tonight? Or should I stay sober enough to fuck who I can?
I swear 95% of pictures on my phone are from drunken nights I don't remember with me doing a peace sign alone in somebody's bedroom.
You work today? I woke up with a raging boner that was whispering your name
These are all good points. But, I think your under estimating what it's like to be held upside down for a standing 69
wearing the bible to the ABC party, thought you'd appreciate that.
He was pretty handsy. Told me I tasted like smoke. Good think he tasted that and not the stomach acid I just puked not ten minutes before.
Ps I think male models just broke down outside or maybe gay German sex travelers
Never drinking again. Maybe, if our boss gave us more 3-day weekends we would know how to handle ourselves. That was a shit show.
BITCH I AM EXPERIENCING THE FEMININE MYSTERY SHUT UP AND GIVE ME DRUGS
There's a big ass bed, hella ecstasy, and I can guarantee you'll regret every second that you remember.
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