Note to self: When getting ready to leave with a kid in a wheelchair don't say Let's roll
It's underwear night and I am literally in the bar wearing nothing but underwear and flip flops.
I was just on craigslist and saw and ad for a naked yoga instructor. I will no longer be jobless.
I'll be heading downtown with donuts and a lawn chair at 9am to go Halloween Walk o' Shame spotting.
I vote intervention dinner around 6, make up movie around 7:30ish, then apology drinks all night. Then hangover waffle house in the morning.
should i be impressed or disgusted that i was spitting glow-in-the-dark?
Well, there are worse ways to make $50 at a gay club.
He sent me a pic of his Junk. He said it was a Brett Farve valentine.
He's had mdma poured down his throat. He's getting huggy.
I'm alone drinking at the bar and the titanic theme song is on. This won't end well.
FUCK YOU. AH. FUCK BOTH OF US MORE BOOZE.
MAS TEQUILA.
Typing up notes at the bar and doing shots with the bartender until close on a Wednesday. This is what my second year of law school has become.
If my birthday doesn't end with my panties hanging from a ceiling fan, I'm holding you responsible.
I'll tell you that it involved a pair of pliers and a trip to the ER.
I demand a full explanation right now.
Let's just say when I woke up I was still drunk. My hangover hit me around noon so I chilled w my dad and took a bath and shower at the same time. You just can't do that at college
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