Raging hang over. 6AM finish. Shat on a bag of trash in an alley. D L that last bit.
This is your Morning Wood Report: I have it.
I feel miserable, can't drink that much when I go out
We've been saying that since '98
i threw up in a trash can last night at kellys irish times. but in a trash can because i'm a lady
My walk of shame got a new perspective when I walked into his livingroom and found his roommate fucking some chick on the coffee table.
In a min. With a stripper at the hospital. Business. Not pleasure.
You don't have anything to lose--we've established that he's not going to murder you and he smells good.
Well I talked to some Canadians today, and I'm keeping a vigilant watch for sharks, so I'm pretty booked up.
Why were you eating a hot dog in the bathroom at 230 am?
My roommate was sleeping, I thought it would be rude
On a scale from 1 to the worst weekend of my life, that was an 11. I can see again, though.
I just realized why I have little cuts all over my fingers. There was a broken pint glass in my purse last night.
Someone came into our hotel room and took our remote
What should I do?
Great litmus test for what a useless adult you are: amount of shame you feel while eating a coffee cup of Fruity Pebbles
This is the worst drive ever. Im hungry, hungover, i gotta shit so bad, and the only radio station im getting clearly is playing alvin and the chipmunks christmas songs
My professor just told my lab he could drive us around town in his 1991 Lincoln towncar limo for our bar crawl. This just keeps getting better!
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