That's what happens when you let Keystone Light make your decisions.
Apparently telling a group of crying girls that it looks like they need a visit from Dr. Phil isn't the best pickup line.
All we had was a keg so we played edward nalgene-hands
waking up outside has become so normal, the paper boy knows to set the paper next to me
at which point I apparently ran in and shouted "I made the sex with that one!"
The bartender gave me a roll of masking tape so I could tape my heels to my feet so I wouldn't lose them when i went drunk running later that night
WHATEVER CLASS IS PLAYING "TOOT IT AND BOOT IT" AT 8:30 IN THE MORNING, I WANT IN.
Every time I there's a break up, I'm left with an animal. That's it. No more mutual pets.
It sucks laughing and vomiting at the same time, trust me. I kind of remember
Hey! I need booze. And penises. And a lot of mistakes that I will regret in the morning.
What's sexier than showing up smelling like fast food cigarettes with a jar of moonshine in your hand
Wall of shame with a backpack full of beer bottles, cowboy hat in hand, and a handlebar mustache. I was applauded by a passing car
I felt like a responsible adult. A responsible adult that may or may not end up shitfaced. But not heaving purple puke into a urinal like last time because I'm classy now.
He talked me out going to the bar. No one ever talks me out going to the bar..this is fucking love.
On a scale of one to 10 how Risky is it to sleep with a married man (all morals set aside)
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