Probably, but last night was a special kind of drunk. It was a "let's see how drunk I can get without killing myself" drunk.
i decided not to call her again when she started singing "goodbye my lover" as i was walking out the door..
She forced me to throw up so it would "rejuvenate" me. It worked and then we took six more shots and did a keg stand. You know what I call that? Friendship.
Its trashy in the best of ways. Like a stripper working to pay for college.
I can't. He's too cute and my tongue is too long.
No that's sign language, not a drinking game. I tried to join
I've been thinking about it and if we ever have a threesome it'll start off with us clothed solely in our matching fur vests
a kid puked on the floor and instead of, you know, cleaning it they cut a square out of the carpet with a boxcutter and threw it outside
Quesedillas should not make me weep and drinking water should not make me feel like god is giving me mouth to mouth. Never again.
He found his first fuckbuddy I'm so proud I feel like making him a card or something
Just spent the morning washing Bailey's and Guiness out of my clothes -_-
That was right around the time that the drunken mess pulled out his dick in front of myself and like 10 other people and started peeing all over the train platform while saying, "Sometimes a bear gets you brother. Sometimes a bear gets you."
Pretty standard Thursday night commute for you, no?
I said "one day" and that day is not today
Well I only snuggle him I don't hump him. That's rude.
That portable toilet under the bed? Turns out it was a tuba. Explains alot.
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