Text. Mid BJ. 8 points.
I miss him.. What the hell did I get myself in to? I guess it will get better with time.
No. Just liquor. Time's no good.
before i die, we are going to oregon and playing oregon trails for real. like putting things in a hat & people will pull out whether they live or die. and they die of fun things like typhoid, dysentary, or hunting accident.
I have no idea what i drank..i remember dancing and ass grabbing..u falling. Headbutts. Trying not to puke. And deja vu.
Yeaaah, so cabbie laughed at me, and said, "rough nite? Let me find you some music" . apparently OPP is the appropriate ride of shame soundtrack.
You told me that you only walk into walls because it makes the room stop spinning.
Ugh he's texting me.
Tell him you're no longer interested in what he has to offer; his shitty personality outweighs his sexual prowess.
i just remember sliding through the snow and yelling i love america before puking on the oncoming cars
Let us bow our heads and pray that I don't throw up in the tub
I'm not gonna lie, my internet creeping skills scare me. I'm like Liam Neeson in Taken
I was all, oh. I've had tattoos and broken a limb. Waxing my lady parts will be a cake walk. I was wrong.
He offered me free drinks all night if I could beat him in a drinking race. I blacked out after that but just found his credit card in my bra so there's that.
I made him dinner in just his cowboy hat and my boots after we did it...you should see his face :)
I prefer to think of hangovers as extreme sobriety, which can only be cured by more booze
we woke up when the front wall of the house caught fire.
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