we turned dreidel into a drinking game. i kept landing on gimel. im glad we have 7 more nights of this
sudden memory flashback: you and i having sex on the bed, erin sitting naked in your desk chair drinking whiskey straight from the bottle while harassing you for your computer password to play some "mood music." high five. go us.
Also, that dude projectile vomiting all over the living room was the perfect distraction for me to swipe the booze and run.
So i think i'm going to frame my summons tickets and give them to dad as a christmas present...
And I was chasing apple pie moonshine (provided by cops) with bud light limeys. In a golf cart, wearing a tiara.
I see your smile in the face of every drunk that senses he's about to slay a troll.
We should hook up after this. Laugh or look horrified to say yes.
Strip mythology. Everyone wins. Most of all me.
I'm also sorry that I ate your chicken sandwich while you were throwing up....
Please tell me I made it home with both shoes on
Nope
I just changed all my morning alarms to wake me up with different Jesse McCartney songs telling me I'm beautiful. Would you believe I'll be 25 this year?
I feel like ditching all logic and responsibility and get shit-faced before the week's over. Thoughts?
he tied his pants around my leg to stop the bleeding... i think he just wanted a good excuse to take his pants off
well did it work?
it was a success in both ways.
Oh please. Preoccupy yourself with my penis.
So I just accidentally joined a bar crawl and got a free shotski of Jameson. I love life.
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