My body isn't even mad at me...just disappointed
you tried turning the bar into a spelling b competition last night and every time someone couldn't spell something you would make them chug.
Apprently after I bit that bouncer, it all went down hill.
I keep telling myself that if Britney can make it through 2007, I can make it through this date.
I've got my wine, though it wasnt very good so I threw a sour patch kid in it
Sitting here reading the internet and all i have to show for this summer is a shitty tan and the possible case of clamidia.
He's texting from midnight mass asking for nude pics. Baby Jesus is spinning in his manger as we speak
I mean like if I stood up my head might pull me down like an anchor
Part of me really wants this picture, but the other part of me knows if he is really this drunk, he could be sodomizing a lamp and not know it
The bong is packed and it's taco Tuesday come over
I am at a new level of appreciation for drunk-you, who threw up into her own sweatshirt pocket last night in the car. Brava.
We started off talking about nice cuddling and you turned it into fucking with a Santa hat on...
I'm drunk still and I cried and now I'm watching Whitney Houston singing the national anthem and I'm crying more
You have cats and a ten year IUD. Embrace it.
Would it defeat the purpose of a run if I ran to McDonalds?
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