I smell stomach acid.
the last thing i remember is ordering pitchers of white russians....
It's like playing clue with my own life. I have to piece together what I did, where I was, how I did it, and who I did it to
we used the bottom of a tampon for coke since no one had a 20 on them. My life has resisted to this.
Lost my key. Fell asleep on the doorstep and got woken up by host grandma poking me with a broom.
Even the bar was yelling boobs, so of course the shirt came off
I can't wait to go to grad school so I am not your high unemployed friend.
No idea how he made them, but vodka water balloons were a horrible idea.
I was trying to be an adult about it and simply deal with the situation, but a bowl seemed much more comforting.
I'm making myself a nametag with my contact info and pinning it to myself like a kindergardenter in case I get lost when I black out on Sat.
Can we laminate it? Just to be safe.
I'm never drinking with you again. I woke up in Midtown with a 7' tall Norwegian rugby player named Lexie. Never. Again.
COME HERE AND I WILL SUCK YOUR COCK UNDER THE LIGHT OF THIS BEAUTIFUL ELECTRICITY
Let us rub each other in fish scales and become mermaids
The one that slept in my truck and you peed in his face?
I'm pretty sure I smell like alcoholism and shame. And it's not a pretty scent.
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