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adulthood

I have a drinking license….its no longer a permit


alternate version

It’s a baahchelor party


procrastination

This was me with statistics in college. Last math class I ever had to take.  The nightmare finally ended



new rules

Does this ever really change or is it like running on the baseball field during a game….life time ban


room in life

If you can’t be constructive you might as well be destructive


co worker

Don’t call.  Don’t text.  Don’t email.  I’m nice to you here, but we’re not actually friends






mcdonalds

Not sure if you can call that a kitchen though.   It’s more like a room with a lot of microwaves


netflix questions

Don’t even bother asking.  You know why I’m here


drunk texting

Apparently I’m still in love with all of my exes



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