we're blogging at a bar
My room smells like vodka and shame
So I walked out of my room and there was my brother....standing naked
It's gotten to the point where even copying off yahoo answers is still way too much work.
Thanks for getting me home last night.
No worries. I'll always be there for you, just like Mufasa.
i'm on the subway and being revisted by the ghosts of tequilas past.
I've thrown up twice at work. Just casually, in the mop sink. Then continued to make someone a milkshake. Want some ice cream?
You are a finance major, can I use my 529 account for your bail?
you 2 were alone in the living room and the dog walked in and you started yelling what are all these people doing in here
Returning my drunken purchases from last night. Not a single thing I bought was on sale.
apparently, dueling with garden tools in Home Depot is strictly frowned upon
i just woke with half a bagel saran wrapped to my phone and a cookie in an envelope beside my head...
I need to reevaluate my stance on weekday hangovers...
Going back to our hometown to help Gramma move. Thinking we should see if we can fuck on the desk of the homophobic coach who first introduced us while in town.
This is your post bachelor party survival text. This a free and complementary service to make sure you are still alive. For alive, say yes. For hurting, say ugh. If lost, say help. If dead, please feel free to not respond. Thank you and we hope you enjoyed the party.
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