Running into every girl no one would hook up with here at rick's. Typical.
Getting high on the stoop of a brownstone in the middle oh harlem. Doesn't get much more hey arnold than this.
THEY HAVE A VOMIT TROUGH.
What?
A TROUGH FOR VOMIT.
I woke up to you in just boxers at my door at 7a.m. with you saying how many squrriels you counted on the walk back, then you made me penis shaped pancakes
side note. good thing you didn't come to drunk breakfast. we were judged by children.
he tried to catch his projectile vomit...then went back to beer pong
I am self-sufficient. I puked in a wine glass and emptied it in the trash. Points for style and neatness
the last time I drank tequila I ended up riding your skateboard nude down the street... so yeah, I'll have a few shots.
I just puked in my courtyard and dripped toothpaste in my chest hair. You better be getting laid or this drunk is wasted.
Like will they card me for my own whiskey in shampoo bottles?
Is it bad that I have more guilt over drunk eating Doritos than hooking up with my ex's best friend last night?
He was wearing a diaper to the party. I've never felt like such a creep in my life.
Apparently I told him the people made me order taco bell I didn't even want it. And then proceeded to turn off all the lights and sit at the kitchen table in the dark and told him not to look at me.
We have massive handle of kettle and a rack of hi life
That's the happiest ive ever been at 7:48 am....
the weird part wasn't waking up in someone else's underwear, it was how the cat was staring at me like he knew more about last night then i remembered.
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