So I just did the walk of shame at dunkin... A lady told me me I was really dressed up and I told her I was going to a luncheon.
I even resorted to pole dancing with the street sign. I have an extra $20 now because I think people were paying me to leave.
I knew shit got real when the pinapple was gone and people were just passing around the core and gnawing on it.
once you started introducing yourself as "running-bear" i knew you were beyond fucked up
The liquor store manager told us to drink responsible as we checked out and we laughed to his face. Like we're buying karkov at noon, responsibility is out of the question
I really have to stop waking up in hot tubs on Friday mornings.
Found out why I didn't have to go drug test. My boss grew pot to pay for grad school.
Don't count me out just yet. Considering bartering a blowjob to see if that boy from work will take my shift.
It's his sex noise. "I'm gonna cu-THE LORD IS MY SHEPARD AND I SHALL NOT WANT"
Also, I'm going to TRY and be casual this weekend, but really, we need to be serious about equally dividing our time between party and bullshit.
Well i would have gone to the bar but Satan decided to hold his rituals in my uterus.
Your actions as of last night have earned you over thirty new nicknames.
This is it. This is the birthday cake that gets me laid.
I'm kind of pissed I'm not hungover, that means I could have totally drank more last night.
Think of the things uve done in the past. And ask urself "have I done worse?" If u answer yes. Its perfectly ok.
Randomize
