Ambien. No doubt about it.
but it happened after you broke up with me and before we made up.
I believe that I finger-banged my way to the top of the corporate ladder.
I feel like I should I write an apology note to the frat for falling down stairs, passing out on the couch, and chugging the entire bottle of burnetts at semiforml last weekend. Apparently I was the main topic of discussion at their chapter meeting last night.
best line ever after sex today..."wow, that was a porn-star sized load"
its a nice change of pace not blacking out and actually remembering getting laid
Breakfast=the leftover margarita in my car. Have a great day.
He's hungover and at the neighbour's garage sale negotiating a price for a tuba.
I feel the need to send all my exes pictures of penises larger than theirs. Because they all must suffer.
this speak and spell drinking game will be the death of us all.
Drinking a bawls. If I'm dead when you get home, yes, they are poisoned.
Do you think there are two dudes living in an apartment somewhere that go to the store and call it Brocery shopping?
Oh god...probably.
I'm so hungover I just peed on my hand and left it, didn't wash... Killin it in 2915
I stopped him mid keg stand to show him how cute my bra was...
I just need to get a little drunker before I realize I'm not straight
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