Yeah, i don't remember peeing. or meeting the girl.
You don't need id to drink rum in an alley.
I'm glad you talked me out of that flying penis tattoo.
Oh and apparently TSA has to open your present from my family or the terrorists win
the pub in dfw airport has a countdown timer to st. pattys day, to the second, i like texas
I would describe it as pure and unadulterated shock, mixed with horror and a touch of nausea.
no i do not regret standing at the wendys drive thu handing the employees mardi gra beads to get free chicken nuggets
Spent the entire ride home from downtown trying to convince designated dawgs to drop us off at waffle house instead of our apartment. i told them it was my house...they didn't buy it.
I woke up this morning covered in blood and peanut butter. I am now safe from vampires with nut allergies.
Someone shat in our tub last night. I'm not pointing fingers but you priors make you a prime suspect.
I could tell you were slightly drunk by the time you started having a conversation with my tiki torch
After fooling around at the hotel til dawn, I managed to feed her with my free buffet passes. Tastes like sweet victory.
I mean. I'm excited for the Seahawks too. I just love nachos.
I can't decide which is better: the sex, or remembering that I have ice cream in the freezer after he left
Here's a rundown of my night alone. Danced my ass off in the kitchen to FleetmacWood. Drank a little bit. Ordered $40 worth of Chinese food once the drinks kicked in. Picked up said Chinese in dirty sweatpants and slippers. #livinglife
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