You all can go fuck yourselves. As far as I'm concerned, don't come back to karaoke.
Apparently tackling a bar stool and crashing to the floor while yelling for 6 shots of whiskey won't get you thrown out on St Pattys Day.
Dude has a bag of wine attached to his belt. These guys don't fuck around.
His housemate was playing a sad violin solo for me on my way out. God I hate musicians.
It's horrible of you to say your above all this when the bar uses your drunk picture to scare people.
Washing vom off hardwood, so much easier than carpet. Thank you adulthood!
I cannot tell if the couch is cold or I spilled beer. THAT kind of night.
We got security called on us. Apparently the wedding down the street didn't appreciate the trespassing or our loud as fuck rendition of We Are Young.
Okay I know I said I was going to quit drinking for a while but apparently pumpkin pie flavored vodka is a thing and I will not rest until I have some.
Any chance you used one if the curtain rods in the fireplace room as a sword? One is missing
GUESS WHO GOT ABSOLUTELY WASTED LAST NIGHT AND SPENT AN HOUR RAMBLING ABOUT KRAFT DINNER, HOCKEY, AND THE LAST TEMPTATION OF CHRIST
I rather not break my neck. It's hard to look sexy with a neck cast.
I just wanted to be the best at what I did even if that included sexing a whole fraternity or sorority ya know?
I am attempting to break the habit of calling him daddy.
We'll just play naked Twister, the rest will take care of itself
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