that was after robitussin, alcohol, and chocolate sauce... but before we finished pregaming
rough night. sneezed a watermelon seed this morning and apparently I drunk dialed my boss for a ride home. twice.
it was like his penis was on wheels.
Climbing onto the roof in a dress and high heeled boots was probably not the best idea, especially after all that Bacardi.
well what she called a "work function" most people call "doing shots with your boss while people throw napkins at you."
The fact that its 10am on a gameday and I have yet to shotgun is absurd
I just pull a splinter from the head of my penis. It was a rough night.
marshmallow pipe was a success. so was melon pipe. come try it
We are going to need a water proof camera with a flash....exit routes....lots of booze.....and a tutu for good measure
Dunno yet. Probably just gonna play the s.t.d. russian roulette game with random bartenders at the beach again. Same 'ol same 'ol
It's like the blind leading the senile over here.
UPDATE: shit just got real- grandma is threatening to beat grandpa with a wooden spoon covered in chili.
We were basically fucking on the dance floor. People kept buying us drinks. It really only encouraged us.
There are two guys here arguing over Pearl jam and Nirvana. 1991 wants its argument back.
It's his. I know, I'm pregnant with a genetic douche bag but at least he'll be pretty!
I'll bring spiced rum
I am not drinking that devil juice
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