I have this horrible feeling I'm going to blackout tonight & only be able to say 'wasabi bobby' over & over again.
So what's the moral of this story? Aside from 'lesbians hold grudges'?
He said he's gonna start calling me "Benny" because we're "friends with bennyfits"
any advancement on the stomach flu vs. pregnancy scare of '10?
Totally using formspring as an incognito way of making sure that girl from last night wasn't jailbait.
You tried to get me to kick my booty call out at 3am by tempting me with a trip to ihop
Lost my credit card. M has a bottle of blood in her pocket from a hobo.
Just found out I called my mom at six in the morning to ask where the bong was. I win.
Dave used his AAA card to get my car towed to my house so I could get drunk. Evil genius.
Never let him bartend when he's tripping. He sprinkled a ton of mexican shredded cheese over a jack and coke and called in a Monterey Jack Daniels.
Doing 9 month old dishes in my bath tub. These dishes literally had enough time to gestate a human child
Our motto for the night: BLACK OUT OR BACK OUT.
That's our motto every night.
Jessica just ate her lipstick. That's how the night is going
My legacy here is being that tiny blonde girl that threw someone down and shouted "Fuck your face, I'm Dee Dee Ramone."
Well just give me the address, I'll bring the bourbon. If they let that into mental institutions
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