your fun times are bette rthan mine, i ended up at a meat market bar by myself reading ceramics art and perception and writing in my journal--someone should run me over with their car.
Well I only made it to this grad party and I was already really drunk at 9pm. I'm sure I made an ass of myself. Eh, it was bound to happen sooner or later. Now everyone knows I'm a fuck up. Someone confinsacted my SVEDKA. What the hell is wrong with me?
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your fun times are bette rthan mine, i ended up at a meat market bar by myself reading ceramics art and perception and writing in my journal--someone should run me over with their car.
Well I only made it to this grad party and I was already really drunk at 9pm. I'm sure I made an ass of myself. Eh, it was bound to happen sooner or later. Now everyone knows I'm a fuck up. Someone confinsacted my SVEDKA. What the hell is wrong with me?
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