Pissed on my Blackberry at the Astros game. Wish me luck explaining that one at work.
kinda considering buying a life alert for sophmore year
It was the third Sunday in a row that I woke up in his bathtub. So no our sex life isn't that great anymore.
I have a callous on the palm of my hand just below my ring finger that is entirely from opening so many beer bottles. I'm strangely proud right now.
I'm not saying I'm drunk, but I'm definitely saying my liver has its work cut out for it.
He got kicked out 3 times. I have no idea how he kept getting back in. I saw him walking on the highway the next morning.
We were destined to go to rehab together
When you glanced over and and mouthed "I'll take the fat chick" I knew it was going to be an epic Sunday night.
I'm sorry for aggressively singing the Frasier theme song at you so many times last night.
Like who needs a job and family when you can get drunk for free with strippers?
Well he wouldn't kiss me so I made out with a German girl, took a shot with my boss, and I think I sprained my ankle. It was a quiet Sunday for me.
We are gonna have a bake sale and the preceded will go towards the abortion
He slept outside in his hammock, and then took a lawn chair with him in the shower because he was too drunk to stand up.
wheres my face? and why is my pocket so big?
Now I know Sunday Funday means fucking till you loose your voice.
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