I hate having morals and standards the next morning.
I projectile vomited into my sink. Jealous?
Kind of. My puke would have just dribbled down my chin and missed the sink completely.
Ohh that happened after I started to cry.
Hungover. Be in at noonish. Turn my monitor on and put a hot cup of coffee on my desk so the boss thinks I'm in
Then you jumped off your bed with your arms outstretched, yelled "I'm Goliath, watch out New York!" and then began singing the Gargoyles theme song as you 'soared' around your room.
Don't be ridiculous, the Gargoyles theme song has no words. How could I sing that mess?
You just started going "da da da da da! da da da da da! DA DA!!" then going "swoosh" as you glided about.
You know, I really only think drinking is a problem if you're not good at it.
MRIs the morning after St. Patty's Day was a poor choice.
I can't. He's too cute and my tongue is too long.
Homecoming wouldn't be the same without all the drunk old people puking on the street.
dizzyuy bat. 3.453 lkos. hoit sx, now im single. blackouteed
My shirt is ruined. If I ever get the idea of doing a tequila shot through my nose ever again, shoot me.
Ok cuz s'mores night just turned into pina colada after noon and it will be mas fun
So what's going on?
We hit boys town to get stupid. I mean invading Iraq stupid.
You knew you'd end up at his house the minute you emptied the bowl of condoms into your purse.
I expect you will be there for a drunken 3way with my husband again this new year.
Who knew sons of strippers would be really feminist boyfriends?
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