you don't remember? you called me at 330 crying because you were in the middle of having sex with corey and forgot his name. all you kept saying was i'm a drunk bitch.
The bride says you won't want any of the single ladies...
Let's let the open bar be the judge of that.
This wouldn't happen so much if fat girls would just stop being so damn easy.
My third nipple is alarmingly under-appreciated.
This place doesnt have redbull or serve shots. Its like they are at war with fun.
I vagually remember taking your birthcontrol and washing it down with ash water
she tried to douche with champagne. in front of all of us. unabashedly.
I drank all the drinks. And jump off roof. Yay
I feel like I'm laying on a pillow cloud. With little baby angel fingers between me and the cloud lifting me up. Singing hymns in my ear.
Remember that girl from my stats. class that I ran into at the bar 2 weeks ago? She literally hasn't been to class once since I told her I sit behind her.
Do you ever look back on your life and think - man I should have never had sex with that guy
Wtf is this place? I don't see any alcohol and I feel like we were supposed to bring our own strippers.
What the hell did you do last night?
I embarrassed myself, my family, name, and possibly my country.
He said we had an hour long conversation about how awesome I was.
Our entire day shift is on either molly or acid. I'm about to take two hits of the latter.
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