i puked out the bus window last night on the way home. i remember it, but i don't remember everyone else screaming to put their windows up.
i barfeds in our rink
I found out he doesn't have a facebook, twitter, or myspace. So, I'm going to actually go to his house to spy on him.
booty call hours are between 1:30-3:00 AM thurs-sat with the exception of major drinking holidays and election days. please try again
We were all drunk for the whole flight. Steve doesn't even remember the cab ride to the airport. At 6am. Says he "blacked back in" at security.
Its going to be drunk as shit/pirate themed. Im dressing as the former.
Not sure how I feel about St Psts and March Madness being on the same weekend. I feel like I've been screwed out of a drunk holiday.
Remember the couple Steve and I heard and rated their sex based on the bed squeaks cuz we couldn't sleep through the noise? We got them back. They turned up the radio to drown us out.
I was screaming out for people to gather the townsmen and the mayor so we could hang him
I feel like a pizza delivery girl of vagina tho
I like dinosaurs. I like penises. It's kind of a win win
My sobriety has gotten out of control. I think I need an intervention.
you don't understand it took me an hour and a half to escape that bed, I had to memorize his sleeping patterns.
If God is analyzing my life right now extremely proud or dissapointed but either way I took wednesday night drinkin to new levels
I'm the one who said we should take things slow. I'm also the one who forced him into the back on my car so we could have sex.
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