This is fucking awesome, not sure I remember this episode, but I’m going to lost the functioning in my hippocampus right about….it’s morphin’ time! Whoah I am a litttle thing I’d like to call a tipsy fucking mother of a son who I am, not the mother but the son. I am bleeding. Not in the good way. I’m not sure if there is a good way, but if there were…. I’m throwing my computer against a great Lord of the Rings I am watching SNL with Jimmy Fallone right soon. I hope I am able to thank you now. Good night to all, only one week until one of the greatest nights ever in the year 2001111 peace be with you I am droooling night.
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GIMMIE! I’d wear this shirt all the time, I mean to church, to the mall! I’d wear this to a fucking wedding if it means owning it. Chess is the shit. Play me, I’ll most likely make you cry yourself to sleep. Jeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeese cake. HA sounds like cheese cake. Try it sometime, see if anyone notices. If they do, say, “You think I don’t know what I’m talking ‘bout ‘cause I wear a fucking Jurassic Park shirt and eat cat? HM? Yo, don’t fuck around. END.
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Oink oink. Smell a pig in the rearview. If only I were a power ranger I could have taken my megazord back home from the bars. What color would I be? Maybe purple. So what, it’s the color of haze. Speaking of, I need to attend this party. Party of one in my basement with such color of haze. This probably is more boring than sitting through a four hour lecture on the benefits of oxygen. MMMMbop cherry bombs. Yeahhhhhhhh that is so Raven. Peace and Blessings.
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^LOL YO. You look better with the lights off, mhmm talkin’ ‘bout you fool. Snow blows. Had more hands on me tonight than a giraffe at a petting zoo. Not in a good way. Who wants to blaze and watch the Pagemaster? I can’t wait to start opening the chocolates on my advent calendar even though they taste like chalk. Chinese food.
(Source: fuckyeahdementia)
Why would I ever agree to a nine o clock shift. Ever. Ever. Ever. Although I love my job although it’s temporary, I would love to watch the ginger from the happy day’s version of the grinch who stole christmas right about meow. Fo rizzle my chizzle rizzle. Bar crawl wednesday let’s make it happen. Where’s all my party people at, let’s make money stat. Yo.
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Speaking of socks, I have new ones I haven’t worn yet. So what if it’s 4:45. I love popcorn and I’m going to visit my grandmother in the hospital tomorrow. My work canceled another shift, what’s new. Jim Beam and cherry kool-aid is pretty delish. It’s Tanya’s birthday, happy birthday to her. Can’t wait ‘til I can buy her a shot. Except it probably won’t be patron because I am not that classy. Now I’m going to finish watching the Real World. Ashley is jerk-off sexy.
(Source: tigger316)
I am beyond drunk, I’m not sure how I got home. MILF’s are the best to dance with. Worse than last weekend, anyone want to deliver Pepto bismol to my room? Or bring me a shot. Either one will work nicely. I should go visit my great grandmother tomorrow. Oh shit, I have to text someone that I got home safely, night.
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Decided that I’m only going to post things on here when I’m drunk also now.
So here it goes now. I am making my self stay up and drink water until I have diarrhea. I know what you’re thinking, I should go to bed, sleep is more important that shitting the bed. I disagree only because my mom will make me clean it up. Not happening. And it’s her anniversary, I wouldn’t make her do that. Also kidding, I have never and will never shit the bed, but I’ve always wanted to have a debate with someone who has. Have you? Night
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