I dont kno what was worse. Waking up 2 a guy next to me thinking I got blackout or realizing it was your boyfriend.
I'm curled up in a ball on the floor of my office with the lights off. I hope no one notices. No more open bar. Woof.
I forgot to mention I threw up in my wine glass AND my neighbors empty cup.
I found those 18 whoppers we bought.
Listening to her yell about my drinking problem is not helping my hangover.
Breaking hearts and overdosing on semen. That's my life.
Well if it makes you feel any better I threw up at Roadhouse. And then on the way to the train. And then in a water fountain. And then in a plastic bag on the train.
we took shots then she made me eat a dill pickle with cream cheese wrapped in a piece of turkey.
Its gonna be a symphony of fucks
I remember all the people and all the acts I just have to match the person with the act
This is going to be the time I got green body paint on Chris' ceiling all over again...
All in all only spent $2 at the bar ln... Fucking love having a vagina
She doesn't even know his real name...he just keeps calling himself Hans the Third
Can you tell me why Star Wars Burlesque is pulled up on my phone from last night?
I'm soaking her vibrators in tabasco and wasabi paste. "furious" is an understatement
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