I discovered the grieving process is shock, denial, anger...and then something about drinking until you puke on yourself
def just vomited mimosa in the gym trashcan. i weigh less already so i say its been a solid workout.
i just successfully used the word "hymen" in a paper...welcome to senior seminar in lit.
I seem to remember you being very disappointed that drinking Michelob Ultra didn't give you magic powers.
I ended up taking shots of whiskey and chasing them with potato wedges, I have never felt more Irish
I feel choking has become trendy-- ita losing its effect. I may just have to go back to missionary to spice it up
the night ended with taco bell and tears
he pulled a $400 bottle of champagne out of the back part of his toiled and I was ready to blow him then and there
I've decided I'm gonna attack people with the toilet plunger.
I totally just stopped for a booty call on the way to my parents for easter....good friday is an understatement
Exactly. This is the bit where I learn a heartwarming lesson about not making my drinks half vodka
We're already drunk. 4 hours to go still. And there's a bear advisory. TOP WEEKEND.
Like I'm getting finger banged and my family is making cookies in the kitchen. Talk about terrifying
If i'm not ready, make sure i'm alive. Not passed out dead in the shower.
I'll still do breakfast to celebrate the life you've had.
I'm going to blackout. I realize this
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