Conclusion from last night: Sometimes being classy isn't as fun as making out with a guy on a pooltable in a bar. Happy birthday, Canada.
it's gonna be a chat room kind of night
I am totally the chick from Intervention who barfs up wine and then re-eats it.
He kept singing "who's that peekin in my window" we thought he was high til we realized someone was lookin in the windows.
Preparing for thanksgiving at home now by chugging bourbon. Less than a month to train!
Dude, you walked in on me 5 times each times you had a different person with you. And each time you lifted the covers up and said 'whats going on in here'
he broke up with her mid blow job, and somehow convinced her to finish. I want his life
We left your bucket of puke on your doorstep to clean out yourself. You're welcome.
...he tried to burn down someone's house once. ABORT ABORT ABORT
Did you eat 9 cans of raviolii last night?
Come on man nobody wants to admit that
I'm not driving across town for three thrusts and an excuse
You know what, don't even answer. Just promise me you'll go to the Corner of Shame when you get home.
Yeah that doesn't involve enough booze, count me out
There will be plenty of opportunity for me to sexualize Mike via VenMo.
Bahahaha I just turned on the fan in front of the elliptical to avoid puking//try to get some baywatch hair going and the guy next to me thanked me because he was "getting nauseas from the smell of stale sweat and tequila"
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