similar to the time we made up the game of screaming at the top of our lungs any time a guy any of us slept with walked into the party. that went over SO well.
your dad just showed up on the golfcart with a keg. i. love. our. neighborhood.
had to split buying plan b over two cards. I will no longer challenge people to get on my level
Its official. Girls from Indiana do not give rim jobs.
I have an explanation for how we got this drunk this fast... but you wont like it. We are officially in complete liver failure.
I got arrested for "public intoxication". Fuckers threw me out of the bar into public... i mean shit they have thirsty Thursdays. And I get thrown out for self serve Sundays plus a citation.
his phone is always ringing though. It makes me feel like I'm dating a doctor who's always on call.
yeah, dating a doctor sounds much better than fucking your drug dealer.
I'd be there a lot sooner if these damn stairs would stop moving.
I've already reverted to sweat pants. And lonely drinking.
he got everyone in a room, turned off the lights and started throwing knives at the wall. if you got hit, you had to drink...
I found a half composed text to you this morning and all it said was HELP M. Is that how I ended up at the bottom of the stairwell in only a tee-shirt and one heel?
considering I never received the text I would go with 'yes'.
Apparently getting a blow job in the mens room from the bar owners daughter will get you kicked out.
Maybe is for pussies. We only say yes in this household
dude I just found tht weird ass guy u invited last night passed out in my closet.... apparently he "couldn't find the exit"
I deserve this hangover.
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