So what's the moral of this story? Aside from 'lesbians hold grudges'?
Just wrote a paper about alcohol abuse that sounded like my weekend...
We're playing Edward Bottle-of-eight-dollar-sale-wine-hands now
the bouncer made me realize that puking in line does not get you in any faster
Walk of Shame today included voting.
Like. There is beer on the other side of that door and 6 yards in. If he's not back in 20 minutes to let me in, I am using this tree as a battering ram.
I stole something. Which direction out are you guys gonna go
You kept going up to guys in plaid and screaming "are you a lumberjack" in their faces
Can you please come and collect your boss off of my kitchen floor.
It was rough. I have dried puke in my hair and I don't know if it's mine or from the girl I met on the ground waiting for a cab.
I can't help that I bring out the sex in people
If you had a dick, I would hope it falls off and comes back to haunt you while fucking your ears at night. But you don't. But if you did, that's how mad I am at you
I am eating a fluff-a-nutter sandwich at the gym right now. I brought vodka too.
I’m really regretting these suede pants.
I threw up outside. Then I peed got off the toilet and threw up. While I threw up u pulled up my pants. Not my best moment
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