This is the kind of period I feel I should name out of respect to the fact I might have just gotten lucky this time.....
I don't give a shit about soccer but I'm really excited about drinking at 7 in the morning
the last thing i remember is ordering pitchers of white russians....
One question: Why is your trash can full of blood and pop-tarts?
It's cheaper then a lap dance and you get your hair cut.
This is amazing. I can pinpoint the window in time that you lost all sanity.
I take your giggles as a yes to operation McLaxitives?
So then you challenged the bartender to an arm wrestling contest for a free bottle of vodka
Sweet. Did I win?
Youre hungover arent you?
Is it unethical to trim my bush hair with the scissors from my office?
Your brother just walked into my room, pissed drunk and butt naked, got into my bed and fell asleep. In knowing I am gay, you have one hour to deal with him before I do
Last night I was introduced as the Picasso of getting fucked up so I obviously had to live up to it by chugging long islands
Hooked up with a straight guy while dressed as a man. I'm unstoppable.
but if we have a President Trump come Tuesday, I might throw myself off the Walt Whitman Bridge so Thursday might not work for me after all.
So the vodka/tequila mix went down fine but the burp made me cry
Come over I need help. I just almost died in an acid flashback while listening to do You Feel Like We Do off of the Frampton Comes Alive album.
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