I will never underestimate my ability to drunken ramble. At one point last night i think i was talking about hieroglyphics
i just heard her through the wall saying "not on my face! NOT on my face!" then a scream and "I SAID NOT ON MY FACE!!!"...nice work dude.
time for a it's-monday-night-and-this-week-is-gunna-suck-drink.
We really need to check into harvesting part of our liver now
I think we can all look back on last night and categorize it under, " reason why Cory can't be left at the bar by himself"
I am NOT getting arrested in a wig.
I just realized how early it is, you're taking this booty call thing to a whole other level. also, there are altoids all over my room, that was weird
I dont think that yelling at the medic "Christmas is gone, fuck off santa" was the best idea when you couldnt feel your legs.
I found a phone book at the party and started calling everyone with my last name asking if they wanted to form a club. I'm meeting one for brunch tomorrow...
I got a thank you card in the mail from the virgin i slept with on the camping trip. Weird or the new classy?
I'm having salsa con queso and a leftover half-drank/flat red bull for breakfast. Nothing you propose doing today would be a downgrade.
The fact that me being able to walk down stairs is an accomplishment in my books pretty much explains how I am
I think you just described to us the most perfect drunken fairy tale that has somehow never been written
I'm going to book club and then I'm going to get laid. Being in your 20s ain't so bad sometimes.
Would I do it again? Probably not but still,I don't regret a single ratchet thing I've done in college.
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