I remember going home with 2 girls. Woke up with 4.
It's when I'm in my pajamas and in need of a gin delivery that I miss NYC most of all.
He's got a wife and three kids but I'm into being that mistake.
Before I left he asked me if I could submit my panties for the frat house undergarment chandelier. I said yes
My sister came home, pulled two nalgene bottles of jaeger-bomb out of the fridge, changed out her 3 inch heels for 6 inch heels and left in under 3 minutes. I've never been more proud of her.
Someone woke me up and gave me a sprite and some pills. I put them in my belly button. Trust no one.
The pastor just stopped the sermon to lay hands on me. THAT hungover.
there's an entire drinking game devoted to nobody liking her face
So it's safe to say that it's all down hill from here
Do you mean easy livin or downward spiral of alcoholism and disappointment
Dude. Where are you? There's a hot chick drunkenly dancing on the bar and aggressively taking shots to Pink songs. She looks like she needs a rebound. Get. Here. Now.
FUCK NYC TRAFFIC.
I can still taste the Jäger. I'm gonna shoot myself.
Jessica just ate her lipstick. That's how the night is going
when I called the strip club they said there was a note with my credit card. "girl who punched guy in throat" fuck daytona
I smell like cowboy sweat. I got two lap dances. This is the best day of my life!
Seltzer and cocaine. Life is flawless right now.
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