I'm home now. bring me food and boobies
In hindsight, i should have predicted that a drink called the 'rocky mountain bear fucker' would not end in a pleasant experience
What part of "waking up in the crawl space of my house with a raccoon" sounds like a good night to you?
he was playing drums on rock band as i poured bailey's into his mouth. tell me that's not a bonding moment.
We're doing a case race on Saturday.
I'm in. I'm currently drinking a beer in the bathtub so I guess I can consider this "practice" and not just "alcoholism"
Dont forget the glove box taco bell stash i saved for drunk us.
Did I really make him pull over to give the homeless guy my bra?
Bullets don't scare me. I wish I was a coyote
So we stayed at his mom's and all got drunk and he and I hooked up in his old bedroom. Then his drunk mom came in and tackled us when we were still naked. Why does this keep happening to me?
My left boob kept making random appearances last night.
Right now I'm drinking out of a gallon water jug & eating a baconator. If you're feeling down, just remember you could be me.
she's the poster child for how alcoholism can be fun.
Did she seriously come back inside just to piss on the kitchen floor?
I feel like ditching all logic and responsibility and get shit-faced before the week's over. Thoughts?
Getting paid in weed to watch a pregnant adult with cooking skills is the TITS
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