To answer your question of whether I "went back," tits just informed me I was kicked out for falling off my barstool and passing out on the floor...
I'm in the mood to be taken advantage of ;-)
Mr. Last Night just informed me I told him to be very quiet when he left this morning and high-fived him as a goodnight kiss. Drunk me is slutty and manly.
We could sell used underwear with pictures of us wearing them.
i havent had this much fun since the last time i farted and it created a boner.
i can't, i'm blowing bubbles in class and getting credit for it
it's to the point where working 2 jobs this summer will absolutely not cover how much i will spend on alcohol next semester.
I kept pulling the $1 bills off the stage and told everyone "no no no she has to work for this money"
Recording ancient aliens and the third Reich. Stoned you will thank me later.
Although, I did get to see a Raiders fan and his toothless girlfriend get roughed up by the police and dragged out of the stadium. So the night wasn't a total loss.
but im not going to tell the owner of the penis of my dreams how to wear his hair.
I'm going to fuck every single member of the men's olympic swimming team and no one is going to stop me
You did a cartwheel, it was terrible.
I remember that cartwheel, it was okay.
So you're mad that I let you go home with the guy with soft hands but yet you can't understand that I was just trying to help you
i was sitting on the kitchen floor shaking my gallon of vodka at people and asking if they wanted to climb the heaven hill... getting dumped is the best thing that has ever happend to me
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