That was rough. We had a 50% puke rate and 100% still drunk rate at lunch
I bought a goldfish, named it after my ex-girlfriend, and let it die. It's really the little things in life.
how ive managed to spend 100$ at an open bar is beyond me.
Just had a flashback of you announcing "your nipples aren't that big for the size of your boobs, I've seen them"
there seems to be a considerable amount of hair missing from my left hand. i may have lit it on fire again
He's still filling me in on the details. mid-table dance i asked to go water skiing?
he just flipped me off the bed, said "deal with it", and came on me.
it was a frathouse cornucopia of foul mixed drinks and "sangria", which im convinced was blood and pcp
I woke up to a shot of jager next to my face. I felt bad for it so i drank it
Seriously, this trumpet player gives me chills. Might be the drugs.
The words "me," "sober," and "new years eve" do not go together. Ever.
You were drunk enough to sled down a highway off ramp in your pajamas….
Passing out drunk in my therapists lobby may not be the best way to confirm my "stability"
I need dunkaroos back in my life.
It was like if the scent of sour milk and burning tires had a baby in taste form.
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