the only reason I knew his name is because half way through I looked up and it was tatooed on his chest.
I'm currently using two paint brushes as chopsticks to eat lasagna.... college.
Aside from the fact that there's a penis in my mouth, that's a pretty good picture of me
im really going to miss that car, so many blow jobs...
I knew the night had taken a turn when we showed up and our flabongo was being chilled in the freezer.
All I need is the Internet and a place to drink.
Too drunk to talk to museum staff. So much for proper wednesdays
Come down. You're the next contestant on this bowl.
I don't think of it as I'm taking a pole dancing class...its more like I'm making myself recession proof
I just found a hunk of ham in my back jeans pocket from god knows when. We gotta stop going so ham.
hotdog in my bra and i still managed to score. Got a bit freaked when he tried to eat it though. I paid 3 bucks for that fucking hotdog.
Something like that. Healthy diet of beer, ranch sunflower seeds and sex keeps me young.
I was so high I watched a 5 minute video of different scenes of horses running. The music was magical.
I just found (and ate) a chunk of a reese's that fell between my boobs. Problem is that I finished those off 3 days ago in a drunk induced sob session... Has it really been that long since I changed my clothes?!
Threw up on break at work. That brings our collective tally to 9 times. We can never drink like that on a monday again
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