What are you talking about? And how drunk are you?
Both
3 st and 6 ave. One dollar pitchers. Look out world.
we went through the mcdonalds drive through and you asked for a free sample of their fries to see how you liked them.
I don't call you at 3 in the morning to start a fucking relationship.
Someone tried to flush pizza down the toilet. Well, at least tried to
I love that the power of margaritas brought us back together.
I just brought the toaster out onto the porch to light a cigarette, don't talk to me about being desperate.
no, i remember trying to staple my nipples together. I just can't figure out where the hell stapler came from.
I guess our biggest consolation is that we haven't woken up in a hottub with a dead dude. Yet.
Is singing the Indiana Jones theme while I put on the condom off limits?
I'm not the one who can lose their erection, so it's fair game
they need to invent a card that reads "thanks for all those boners you gave me that you did NOTHING about"
Now I can't unsee my hot boss's under-boobs. Monday will be awkward.
Pics or STFU
My fridge door just caught on fire somehow.
The cup holder in my recliner holds a whole bottle of wine. That's definitely a sign.
I am listening to my ipod while i puke, this is most entertaining hangover i have ever had.
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