I am drinking with my family and the average drinking tolerance is a shot and a half. I feel like the incredible hulk.
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I imagine the nuva ring like a bug zapper. It just kills them all.
Definitely just said "no homo" to our gay waiter at Cheesecake Factory...our service has steadily declined since.
I have to cancel. My sons dad is out of jail unexpectedly and i'm kinda an emotional wreck. P.s. This is not the life I dreamed of as a little girl.
Apparently, his doctor was impressed with how well we took care of his leg. We're like the kings of naked triage.
On another note, convinced a 9 year old my hickey was actually a zombie bite.
I don't even fuck like that, he just happened to be in the right place at the right drunk.
Forgot to tell you--the bartender at Crowbar set his arm on fire last night. He was doing this "Cocktail" bartender trick of pouring alcohol that was on fire between glasses. Then some leaked out, onto his arm, and set his arm on fire, then his shirt. Exciting! (And he's ok).
I don't get hangovers. Except once. And there is a massively epic story behind that, involving so much alcohol I should have died, and 13 raw hotdogs.
I mentioned your name at this party and some girl started crying.
I told him finishing at the same time would be a long-term project. Like flipping a house. A sexual house.
And by "I love him" I mean "I want his tongue down my throat.
Unexpected pro of the hostel though: literally down the street from Coors Field. I could literally fart on the building in five minutes.
We live walking distance from the coors factory. no, we do not have a dry week.
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