so i don't know how many beers it takes to make a recliner look like a toilet, but that's how many i had.
and my souvenir for the night was a nice ambulance blanket
Despite fighting the urge to vomit throughout the whole thing, I think that interview went really well!
Is it possible to have pulled a muscle in my neck from passing out with my head in a bucket?
I'm impressed you managed to decipher 'annslqllpprebBcncnj' into 'I'm drunk at the Vic, come pick me up and do me on the kitchen table'
As a general rule, drunkenness and gymnastics do not mix.
I mean nobody wants to admit they ate 9 cans of ravioli but i did and i am not ashamed of myself
It's hard being an adult. And by that I mean it's hard to tell the boy you like who rejected you that you can't share a room with him at white party because you don't want to see him bang other boys.
They just keep looking funny at me. No one has attempted to tell me that I don't make sense though so maybe they're all way more high than I am.
I don't know if I'm feeling really nervous right now or just extremely horny.
I'm gonna play this game called Conquer the Dicks. I think it is self explanatory.
When we left, you were on your third beer. When we came back to grab you, you had a pint glass half full of whiskey and had convinced the band to give you a microphone.
HE HAS CHALLENGED MY BADNESS. I MUST CONQUER ALL THAT QUESTIONS MY POWER. BRING FORTH THE TIT PICS.
So yeah, turns out I enjoy vaguely public group sex. Who knew?
Nothing says "single girl" quite like Pinot Grigio and canned ravioli at 11:30 pm....
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