i'm only drinking out of pineapples from now on.
I have no idea what i drank..i remember dancing and ass grabbing..u falling. Headbutts. Trying not to puke. And deja vu.
she must've caught on when i went out for a "run" in jeans and a sweatshirt and came back holding a McDonalds bag and smelling like pot.
dude you need a shock collar for some of the things you say when you're drunk.
There's still flour in my hair. And I don't even want to know what the neighbors think happened infront of my house.
Ok but if you die you have to get "I should've listened to Mike" carved into your tombstone
let's remember the whole point of NYE: to drink antisocial amounts of antisocial drinks, become incoherent, ruin a carpet, talk to a tree, wake up with head sellotaped to toilet. The where/how is superfluous, my vote goes to a cupboard and a bottle of jaeger Questions?
You got the whole drunk bus to sing, "In The Jungle" while conducting with your glowsticks.
You slid down the bannister into a split. Lines were crossed.
Is this the guy that did shots off my ass at the beach? Haha
Sarah is throwing up still and I'm eating salad with my fingers
The fact I have to evaluate my choice between tequila and fruity pebbles is a clear image of my life right now
I woke up naked buried in snacks. Best night ever.
moral of my life: don't tell a guy you want to have sex with him. he'll get back together with his ex.
Gonna be late for work. Sex comes first. Priorities.
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