My place. Tomorrow Night. Bring your liver, and something for it to do.
We just made watching Intervention into a drinking game. We drink everytime someone does drungs.
I ate a lot of your sunchips. I mean a lot. Like 4 to 5 bags.
She pulled a cheeseburger out of her purse. I have missed her so much.
She solidified the fact that the icon from Wendy's is the only ginger I care for
Just pure bliss will emerge from Charles, my tranny bong.
My night ended with Em alternately crying and throwing up in the arms of a guy wearing a cutoff and a tiara. I sat holding a garbage can and wine glass full of water wondering how our night got to this point.
Dude, you left ME alone in your house. With your fully-stocked wine cellar. Why would you do that to yourself?
I woke up spooning with a broom that someone taped a mustache too..i need to stop starting my nights by drinking "hangover" wine.
Then that is decided. Fuck away my little bunny rabbit.
He bought the 12 pack of condoms. I take that as a sign of serious commitment.
I think you just described to us the most perfect drunken fairy tale that has somehow never been written
I haven't even lived here for 24 hours yet, and I've already banged someone. My new hoe life is off to a great start.
Oh man. I threw up in the first cab. Got kicked out. Roamed somewhere for awhile. Fell asleep in the back if the second cab. Woke up in my underwear on the living room floor with a frozen pizza (thawed) laying next to me
I ended up sleeping with him in a public bathroom because neither of us remembered where we lived. I have hit a new low.
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