So he says "lean over this" which is a chain across the doorway, held into the wall with bolts. I do. Then he puts his weight on top of me to try and get it in.
It breaks. We fall.
I now have a broken nose, a concussion, and an infected, split lip. Why do I have the worst luck in guys?
i freaking love being in a circle of guys. if i fart none of them suspect me.
the general consensus of people in the room is that i should have another bottle of wine.
"people in the room" being me.
How in the hell did I take a shot of whiskey to the eyeball last night?
let's see, i ended up walking for an hour towards a macdonalds that didnt exist, sprinted full tilt into a powerline, and left a 30 dollar tip to a waitress at dennys we made friends with. I REGRET NOTHING
We're all getting matching jack daniels tattoos. We're gonna be an alcoholic gang of awesome.
Well who could blame her. I would run away from me if I could.
My liver and I thought we knew what we signed up for. We were wrong.
I woke up wearing a lax pinnie under my shirt, a triathlon medal, and a dora backpack... I think I had fun
True freedom is running around a sex club in former power plant in Berlin wearing a boots, a jock
I'm washing down the sadness with shots of vodka.
Good, be his mentor. Like a tiny gay Yoda.
I am naked and annoyed.
Sarah was butt-chugging wine and diarrhea'd all over the wall
I woke up uncovered, spread eagled to my dad saying "you really need to stop sleeping naked."
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