so we had a 20 minute conversation and created the fb page WWND (what would Nana do?) last night after we took our Ambien...that is my definition of an overachiever
I stayed up for an hour trying to make my room stop spinning and then I realized it was bc my fan was on
woke up in a garbage bag. literally. it was used as a sleeping bag.
Dear drunk me, don't shave my balls til you're sober. My junk looks like a pomeranian with mange.
sex in a ball pit. and I thought ghandi did great things.
He poured syrup on all those broken dishes because "syrup is magical, and by the time we wake up, they'll be fixed."
do you guys have 30-35 shot glasses? because if not, i don't even see a point in me coming
Drunkenly, I gave him a molly instead of an aleve so A) I'm still looking for him and B) I'm not sure about his headache.
Sometimes i think i need to stop drinking because i can't afford losing so many panties anymore
Fuck you guys, I'm trying to nurse my hangover and eat my chicken tenders in peace.
lets face it, we have a liquor cabinet with a designated chocolate shelf
you are the only girl i know that would bring a plate of cookies to a hook up. but they were awesome. thanks. next time cupcakes?
She was going down on me before I had a chance to tell her I arrested her brother 3 hours earlier
Setting myself up for trouble? Yes. But getting laid is a lot more important at this time.
Sorry I didn't have my phone all night. Did we hang last night?
You bit me
Oh lord I need to hear this story
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