she just waddled down the stairs behind me and puked and kind of reached for me but i sped up. does that make me a bad person?
pshh wine cellars. now if he has a tequila cellar whole different story
You know you have a problem when the only thing that saves you is that you drank so late into the night that you sleep through the designated walk of shame time window
I'm done. I'm tired and there's a topless pic of me floating around the nation's largest 3G network.
I'm watching the red sox through my neighbors window from my bathroom. We're winning btw.
Has anyone ever told you you're majestic like a sea turtle when you fuck?
And your cock privileges have been revoked.
My feelings are currently in a sea of vodka and "I don't give a shit"
Aren't they always?
All I remember is intermittent flashes of being passed out on the side of the road 3 or 4 different times. And telling him to just leave me there and I would walk home in the morning.
You took it upon yourself to rid the world of them, and by that I mean you dressed up as Batman and started kicking them in the shins.
The fuck-me-pumps were hot, the XL hoody kinda ruined it.
That's how you know it was a good night if two months later you finally realized your skirt never made it home and you found out where it was.
I can always see lesbian subplot. It's my hero ability.
some dude just accurately guessed my height and bra size.. that is cup AND inches around. creepy, yet impressive
i feel as though me waking up and asking her if i went to the hospital was a sign that i was not okay
I had a date last night. His dog threw up in his bed while we were having sex in it.
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