you told everyone your name was brenda and you had the whole party chanting b-dawgg by the end of the night. successful.
you kept calling numbers in ur phone book and saying, "I love your show, I'm a long time listener, first time caller."
I hate when laundry day is determined by the number of cum stains on my bed
Getting high on the stoop of a brownstone in the middle oh harlem. Doesn't get much more hey arnold than this.
just bought a 30 and sold it for $2 a can to some dumb ass high school kids. now lets buy two and get really drunk
Replacing day drinking with a real job was the worst decision I've ever made.
the bathroom floor of the diner looks a lot different when you're not rolling around and puking on it.
I don't know if I want to cry scream puke or go somewhere and drink more. This is such a weird emotion.
you are never too drunk for berry picking
I want to be stormed in. I want to be stuck there. I want to climb a pyramid of strippers to safety
You're a Heat fan? You lose any chance blowjob bc of your poor choice.
I got frustrated so I just stood up and said take me to bed or lose me forever and banged the first guy who responded show me the way home. Thank you Top Gun.
I suppose what I've learned from this experience is that sometimes you just have to make out with a narcissistic baby daddy to make a clean getaway.
we had a "who's sex playlist is better?" fight.....
your marriage is hazardous to my nightlife
yea, mine too.
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