I just recycled a years worth of liquor bottles. I can feel my alcoholic carbon footprint shrinking
"The juvenile turned and faced the officer, unzipped his pants, placed a fresh cigarette in between his legs and preceded to light it with a match"
And I'm also limping. I just wish that I had self control. I'm 23 for fuck sake and I'm sitting at work, with mascara down my face, vomit on my clothes and an unknown black substance on my tits. How will I ever find my Greek husband if I keep this up?
I thought monday through wednesday was a YOLO free zone.
I can already see the regret in her eyes. Amazing night. This city rules.
In other news I have discovered that grindr is the easiest way to get free meals
I am gathering blankets and bags of horse grain to pad my truck bed so I have a comfy place to crash when I get home, without the inconvenience of stairs. Or doors. Or walking. But with the refreshing scent of molasses.
It was like something out of a fucked up fairy tale. He just crowdsurfed over to her while riding a keg, said "come sail with me", and then the crowd carried them off into the night. What.
I did not know male screamers existed until now. Good for him. Good for my ego.
Holy shit, did you actually CHOOSE to get hit by the alcohol truck last night?
The notary thing was a good idea. I can charge $2 per signature. I'm currently being paid in beer.
Do you know anyone else that comes home with unexplainable injuries as many nights a week as we do?
I feel like I smell like bad decisions
Lol, perhaps. But the drinks are so cheap, the music is better, and the bartenders and bouncers all know my name. I can't abandon it, even if it is a gay bar, its still my Nirvana.
I just found a baklava I forgot I got last night so we can call it a day
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