there were at least 5 of us standing around the bathroom stall cheering you on to throw up.
we ate a 40 pack of string cheese and watched an entire washing machine cycle.
im trying not to drink and cry in the same night anymore. i'll let you know how it goes
you grabbed his arm with one hand and the bottle of smirnoff with the other and headed off to your room you were on a mission
It just hurt to pee because he was fingering for fucking gold in there.
Saved a life and got us a free vacuum cleaner (and learned vacuum is not spelled "vacumn"). Get on my level.
I have got to stop taking so many uppers and downers simultaneously. My life is a Dali painting.
Why is there puke in my guitar?
Because you puked in your guitar.
I can still taste the Jäger. I'm gonna shoot myself.
I woke up in a beaver hat and contruction vest.. I need answers.
I've amended my previous statement: I'm not allowed to put in my two weeks till I ask out the waitress. Now I have motivation on two levels
Cat needed to get out last night. Walking to the door was too much effort so I encouraged (pushed) him to leave via window.
Isn't your room on the second floor?
he tied his pants around my leg to stop the bleeding... i think he just wanted a good excuse to take his pants off
well did it work?
it was a success in both ways.
The last time I saw you you got angry and yelled "WHISKEY DOESNT COUNT" ... I think that's at least a 7 on the hotmess scale.
i'm trying not to stalk him on facebook
i gave in
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