i threw up in a trash can last night at kellys irish times. but in a trash can because i'm a lady
yea, the bartender wouldn't serve you because you kept asking for "a slice of beer"
90 In a 65. Talked my way out of it with the i have to poop story. i am the ticket jesus
i feel sorry that you can never enjoy the feeling of shaved balls
There was a lot going on. It was easy to miss a 70 foot tall puppet.
all i remember of last night is that i was drinking jameson and then NOTHING i do remember walking a dog though\nwhich is sooo fucking weird
OH MY GOD ITS COMING BACK I PUT THE DOG IN THE HOTTUB TOO
I've decided that my night was probably over when I started eating the penne vodka with my hands.
You were face down in the punch bowl, humming the theme to jaws
That explains the stains on my shirt
Do you ever actually plan things? Or is it always drugs then whatever happens? I'm considering being worried about you
I decided to let him keep the rest of my good weed as an "I'm sorry for being a drunk ass ho" consolation prize.
Fun times on public transportation. I just had a guy imply that I was racist cause I didn't want to talk to him when I was clearly reading my book and he was clearly on coke.
Got home and told boyfriend what happened. He was like "you made out with a guy you call Balls Deep?" and hi-fived me.
Sorry about my life...
Can I just go naked and covered in glitter?
she glued two packs of googly eyes on you while you were blacked out. We talked her out of using her hot glue gun.
ummmm thanks
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