I have decided to cut my hair. This is based solely on the fact there is too much of it to clean vomit out every Sunday afternoon.
I just accidentally stumbled into an AA meeting...I think its a sign
I'll just wear something slutty to the liquor store and hope for the best
that's your solution for everything
it's sunday funday. and also, who can outslut the other day.
I face planted right in front of a cop. He looked at me, shook his head, mumbled "freshman" under his breath, helped me up and told us to get home safely. I love college.
I need a gatorade, my back cracked, my crimper, my shot glass, a sock of rice and an explanation.
You did this to yourself.
The Vegas crew is in two groups, Team Vodka and Team Fireball. There is no winner in this.
You said that about some fat chick sitting on the base of a lamp post and puking. Downright heroic.
I have green food coloring in my hair and just got a text from "Guy in the Yard"...so this morning is going just as you might imagine.
Who the fuck superglued glowsticks to my arm.
There was another blizzard last night and at one point I was drinking 3 beers at once. Driving home didn't seem like a wise option
Every time I someone I meet again from that wedding it turns into the "Oh your the guy who puked in the hallway and passed out in front of the elevator."
He said he looked out his window and I was sitting in the grass with blood everywhere talking to a dog.
HOW DID I LET MYSELF GET SUCKED IN HE HAS A PENIS FOR PETE'S SAKE.
Last night I drank three beers and threw up in a tree house. I am ashamed.
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