so I have this game called 14 beers left. and we both have to drink 7 before we leave
so it turns out, not only do the doormen judge the girls I bring home, but they rate them.
Soo I got blood taken today and when the doctor came back with the results she said "you aren't sick but the tests show that you are currently drunk..."
maybe if i keep dancing i won't throw up
when he was about to finish he told me to avert my eyes and keep my lady parts away. chivalry isnt dead.
She just pulled out a chicken strip and a hundred dollar bill from her purse. This is a legit twentyfirst bday weekend.
Hey if there is a better reason to go drink then "I've been fucking robbed!" I have yet to hear one. Also, I've been fucking robbed.
The hypnotist is here. He has a black eye and smells like tequila.
Concert was great. Tackled the lead singer. Met him afterwards. He was cool about it.
I think the "tmi" ship sailed a long time ago, and it took our dignities with it..
Serio, who the fuck falls down coming offstage wearing nothing but pasties, a g-string, and a fake moustache, and now suddenly needs a tetanus shot. Me. That's who.
I have a tab of a google image search of onion rings open and it is making me so happy.
I asked to see his balls for medical purposes.
it's my fake id's birthday. i'm wearing a hat, and i have a beard. i'm untouchable. TO THE BARS!
He's a security blanket. A security blanket who FUCKS.
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