Vomit. Vomit. Whatever. You wear a tiara in public.
She goes outside, smokes 2 cigarettes, and insists on walking up the 7 flights of stairs so that her heart stays in shape. this woman is crazy.
You know, it's scary to think that someday I might buy a pregnancy test with pride, not at 2am...
Great News, you CAN smoke bowls with a magnifying glass
Its name is Richard. And I think he formally introduced us.
Ya well my good-girl image was pretty much blown when he found out I'm going to jail soon.
Did you know you could bring s cooler of beer to the nail salon?
we've coined the Sunday morning ritual of taking out our puke-filled trash cans as The Trash Of Shame
Also, upon examining the photos, I have concluded that you were the sloppiest drunk girl of the night. And that's saying something considering Hurricane Jessica was in town.
So both cops helped talk her into coming back into the bar and doing a shot with me. The main argument being, "a bar is no place to be sober!"
Also, the greatest of ironies: I got shampoo confiscated by security while Corey managed to get pot through. MERICA!
Ate a live seahorse, then tried to order a nacho bell grande from an ATM.
How the fuck do you get to keep practicing as a Nurse.
We figured you were on something when you said that your nipples couldn't hear the music.
The tequila monkeys have a drum solo in my skull right now. I can't imagine Emily feels better.
So I'm trying to figure out how to talk my boss into allowing pajama day once a week. Any ideas?
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