things it involved: vodka, boy parts, possible photos of me on a cell phone. things it did NOT involve last night: my bra, his pants, and sobriety.
I'm ready for my liver to be the last casualty of 2009
So am I a slut for not remembering his name after sex last night or not recognizing him in the cafe today after he told me who he was?
I opened a jar of Ragu so I could use it as a cup. You tell me how it's going.
normally i would apologize for my drunk texting but even sober me agrees.
You called your ex's vag an "AIDS Pinata". Drunk You is the Hulk Hogan of insults.
Someone is in my phone as "fireball girl" and keeps texting me. How do I go about finding out who it is?
I may puke in class so I'm excited to see how that goes
I'm 25 and I shit my bed last night. And I'm telling you about it. Not sure which is worse
There is a chick wearing some guy's shirt wrapped around her waist as a skirt... She's flashing her panties to everyone as she sings karaoke. You need to get here.
HOW MANY BOYS NOT ONLY APPROVE OF YOUR PLAN TO BECOME POCAHONTAS, BUT WANT TO MAKE SURE YOU DO IT RIGHT? One, the answer is one, and he is the best and if anyone ever tries to steal him I can assure you they will never be heard from again
My day went from bad to worse when I realized I puked out my second floor window last night.
What shade of lipstick clearly states, I'm only attending this wedding for the drugs and groomsmen?
I know right? It's like he knows how to pleasure me better than I do myself... He's like a prophet of sex
The wine is franzia the food is cheese puffs there is a canoe full of beer and the andre glasses are mason jars glued to candle sticks. i shit you not. Best. Wedding. Ever.
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