I'm at a work party and I don't know how to drink socially. You know, like slow?
We basically counted to 3 and then dumped each other.
I don't understand why we need a holiday to become more aware of boobs...
i just woke up at 8pm naked in my bed, with a fresh haircut. I wonder what barber i went to.
i kept drunkenly begging people i met to be in my facebook mafia
This can't be good. I've realized that I weigh less in the morning after I have had a blackout drunk night than when I work out and eat healthy.
I don't have the urge to be a home-wrecker with these two. I think I've grown, don't you?
I don't even want to talk about it, I'm traumatized. Even the dog knew to take advantage of the most intoxicated girl at the party...
To this day, he introduces me as "the girl I met climbing trees at 3 A.M."
this is not the first time I've had hot dogs and 151 for thanksgiving.
you peed off the balcony at your sisters and asked someone below to catch it with a cup
How are you not embarrassed to know me. I'm a mess right now. I'm a walking, talking tornado of embarrassment
So is that the only criterion for shenanigans now? Don't die?
I pulled you and a keg around in a wagon for like five hours and apparently everyone else remembers it but us.
You reached new levels of laziness. After we woke you up to take shots with us, you stayed in bed so you didn't have to move when you were drunk and sleepy
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