i just went dwnstairs and there are 5 guys without their shirts on hugging each other. i think i should leave now
I don't care how hungover you are were not listening to enya
Three of the best words ever! Cocaine. Research. Study.
Either I put my underwear on inside out and wore it like that all day, or I had sex with him. Its sad I have to guess.
I could really do without pictures of your asses in my inbox. That said, I'm extremely jealous that I wasn't involved.
It is unclear if my flaming esophagus is hangover induced.
His flight is delayed. Mother Nature is delaying me from sex.
Pagan metal show. There is a folk dance happening in the mosh pit. Also, I have no idea where we are.
Got home. All the lights were on. All the doors were unlocked. My room was covered in beads, there's puke in the sink and of course our toilet is still broke. I'd say it was a decent Mardi Gras
I just referred to our excessive fireball consumption as a team building exercise and everyone in group text agreed.
We're not alcoholics, we're a god damn team.
But can mardi gras accurately capture the essence of my tiny rage?
Ps. I'm slapping the bag. It's an emergency.
I made soup. Now I'm having post soup making wine. I had pre soup making wine also.
My manager gave me an envelope with money in it before he had vacation, and when I asked what it was for, he said it will be his bail money.
because he's a firefighter, wouldn't sleeping with him be like saying thank you to the community?
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