She made a list of the things each of us had done wrong and assigned a point system. Guess who came out the loser?
Showering in the handicapped shower. Im THAT hungover.
Just think about it this way, every time you work Sunday, it's another $75 and that equals another hooker when we go to Amsterdam.
I don't know what happened to get you in this mentality. This time last year your were ass up on a hotel bathroom counter getting licked by a stranger.
I don't remember anything other than how good it felt when I peed my pants.
Yes perhaps we are both wrong. And did you call me bj girl?
Sometimes I wonder how you ever made friends then I remember it's because you blew your way to semi-relevance
Oh shit I just realized the ropes are still tied to the bedposts
i'd say i'm about at weeping-uncontrollably-in-a-puddle-of-my-own-tears-and-urine level
Sex-sore abs and my workout pants have gravel stains on the knees. It's like the workout of shame.
Nothing says "Good Morning" like Jell-o shots and coffee cakes.
Koalas always seemed like really high little puppy kittens to me.
I just almost puked & then I panicked and forced it back down because I thought I would be a waste of the apple turnover I ate.. I'm that hungover
Omg I can't even...
She was cute in her own little way. Shit, free taco's makes anyone hot.
The bad thing is that I bled through my bandages last night and keep finding blood around the house. It's almost like a scavenger hunt for solber me. I get to find out where drunk me went.
Randomize
