it went kinda like vodka, childhood memories, screaming/cursing, fist fight, tears, broken shit, passing out. in that order. tis the season.
This kind of poor decision making requires a real cup, not a mason jar.
It was everywhere, it looked like he just took the leftovers and threw them around the bathroom... Festively...
She introduced herself as 'Ann the sober one.' Took me to a coat check and a lost and found. Then offered coffee and breakfast sandwiches. Turns out she's been paying her half of the electric bill running post-party operations.
were drug buddies, doing lines off her ass is just a bonus
If it was designed to hold water, it was designer to hold wine
happy find a boyfriend by next Valentines Day. Its like a new years resolution but depressing
I only saw you for about 5 min, but you were rambling about how not even the whiskey could make you fight the skeleton guards.
She's legally too young to drink and was making out with a guy who is ethically too old to drink.
There was so much jailbait at the festival that there was no other option but to drink my morals away
What was the point of renting a $600 trolley if no one even remembers going to the first bar?
That moment when the line ‘If you want a hot body you better work bitch’ in Britney Spears’ new song comes on as you’re using two forks to shovel enchilada into your mouth.
You were petting your bowl of cocoa puffs and shushing it softly while staring at the mirror
You told me I got kicked out of the bar for lipping off to the bouncers... what shocked me the most was that I made it to the bar
You're lucky I'm holding your vagina in my best interests
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