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

alternate version

It’s a baahchelor party


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


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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