I had forgotten what it was like to go to all four classes. It's exhausting.
You never go ass to mouth. That's quite possibly the most important rule Paramedic school has taught me.
I've spent more money on drugs for bonnaroo than my actual ticket. Proudly.
You poured your drink on yourself and then said "it's not a party until I'm wet"
FYI, your girlfriend is on her way to the ER. She tried to balance a bottle of jack on her chest. Smashed toes, blood all over patio. Call her, kinda funny though.
in literally every picture i'm wearing less and less of my costume.
We should start a Help That Bitch Out Fund and split the donations evenly between you two.
The bartender just hugged us goodnight. I think we go there too often.
No sex in the champagne room. The champagne room being my life
I feel like I'm going to get the reputation of being the girl who brings her dog with her to all her random hookups.
On way back. With a shopping cart. Minimal casualties.
I need to keep a secret stash of instant alcoholic margaritas for when i deal with people. For example, right now, im grading, and I just don't fucking care any more. My students should make a thank you card for Jose Cuervo.
Vodka and cigarettes aside, my body is a temple.
We kinda got asked to leave the strip club and on the way out, you fell again. When you finally got up we got a standing ovation from the girls behind the bar and you took a bow. It was awesome.
all i know is that i woke up at 12:00 am in a shower with egg shell in my hair. i am 90% sure you are responsible.
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