So it wasn't until I came that he pointed out the glow in the dark plastic star still stuck to my forehead. Fun times.
Everything smells like syrup. But I guess that's better than last time when everything smelled like beer.
judging by the pasta sauce and dirty pans i spent my blackout being emeril
Everything gets a little fuzzy after the flats of jello shots, but I do have a vague recollection of being at the top of a large human pyramid
Omg you had literally better be on fire, drowning, and being crucified all at the same time to be calling me at 7:30 in the goddamn morning.
When he came downstairs he looked at me like I was attempting to rob his house.
Did you reintroduce yourself?
He threatened to call the cops.
Oh you know, watching its always sunny and petting his cat and NOT fucking. I'm starting my whorefree 2012 resolution early.
you know it's gonna be a good 4/20 when you start saving up for it in january.
Front seat of an Escalade in a limo-service parking lot. That is all.
I just flicked a lizard out of the window with a bud light in one hand and spatula inthe other...dont tell me you dont miss the south
I have to date her we need a place to stay for tailgating
Well. At least he's a gentleman. A gentleman satanist.
but seriously, an anthropology paper shouldn't be hard if you're trashed, right?
You're moving up the public shitting ladder
My alcoholism is old enough to drink.
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