East Village: Only place you can play pac man while eating a pineapple hotdog, go to the bar next door and see a graphic blowjob on every tv
I am the drunkest girl in the tree.
I was talking to a guy at my work, and mid-sentence he started vomiting violently for about five minutes, then he said, " great dope" and carried on like nothing had happened.
Received a verbal warning at work for "riding in a trash receptacle, violating professionalism & infection control."
Managed to get through family dinner without anyone knowing I was tripping balls. Christmas miracle. He exists.
All I have done at work today is eat and try to get my coworker to tie me to his bed again
just found out I was hugging strangers at the bar last night. there's photographic evidence. I know none of them
He said I act like a cross between a kindergartener and a high 70 year old man. Which is inacurate because it fails to account for the disco obsession.
sometimes it's just necessary to be your own gyno when you're too afraid to tell your mom about your real life
i think we watched the dark knight rises after you left but i might have passed out through most of it. I remember crying at the end though. sad tears then happy tears.
If you don't see me at the bar tomorrow night, I was most likely captured by the communists.
We just got busted fucking in the hammock by his roommate...I'm so out of here as soon as hes asleep....
This reminds me of the time you were crying and puking in the toilet at that party while i did shots of tequila in between blow drying your feet. miss you!
Way to fucking accidentally drunk dial me while you're talking to and buying other girls drinks. Don't call me.
I'm a history major and he's the descendant of TWO presidents. Did you really think I wasn't going to sleep with him?
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