we're blogging at a bar
Lesson learned: don't hide your vodka in your little brothers toy box.
HOLD UP I think she only has eight fingers...
I just woke up in the coolest sweatsuit i have ever seen..it has cory's name on the tag...do we know a cory?
When I came home you were watching infomercials, eating croutons out of the box and salsa from a funnel. Well done.
On a scale of one to trashy, how is this: Got drunk, gave a guy a hand job. In the middle of the bar
I think you broke the trashy scale
I put cups full of chips next to every bed, couch, and toilet so that everyone could have a snack when they woke up....
Responsibility does not care about your dick.
And by hung out you mean you were in my bed for 5 minutes while your penis was in my mouth.
Driving a mountain pass in the middle of a blizzard with the worst vodka gummybear hangover ever is gods way of telling me to keep the black-outing within a 15 mile radius to my house.
I woke up smelling like chlorine with a broke toe. They know how to fucking party on lake lanier.
I feel like I got ass raped in the brain.
The guy had great intentions when throwing us free beer off the balcony... but of course I was the one to get hit in the face because that's the kind of luck I have
A guy was over-the-skirt fingering me on the dance floor and I stopped him to sensually rap in his ear. So that was my Halloweekend
Holy Hangover.. I'm marrying whoever put this water by my bed
Thanks for the reference. If your boss hires me, I'll buy you a drink.
If my boss hires you, I'm going to need it.
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