if you call bong hits and onion rings a party, then yeah
Okay so if I'm going to keep referring to my hangover in the third person it needs a name.
I even resorted to pole dancing with the street sign. I have an extra $20 now because I think people were paying me to leave.
You can't just say things like "great depression theme party" and then not respond.
I'm hoping you can explain why I woke up with what I believe is pumpkin pie all over my body
I incognito puked under the VIP table. Did Jersey proud.
Article 1, law 1, section 1 of the apartment 25 party handbook: tarp will be purchased prior to any and all future parties. Aforementioned tarp will be placed on floor. Any and all sick patrons must relocate to tarp preceding the event of expulsion of bodily fluids. Failure to do so will result in ejection of guilty patron and banishment of the accused from succeeding party. All patrons must read and sign a copy before entry is granted.
We need to be on the same page regarding the 3some this time. No more "one of us should probably leave" moments.
I'm at work. It's margarita night. Someone literally just shouted "MURICUH!"
God bless us, everyone.
This is where you say "Why yes we will drink with reckless abandon and hopefully not be in a church parking lot again."
Finding that toy duck there was weird right?
I woke up in a toga after going to a Hawaiian party. I don't even know.
And then the templeton police were like "oh I remember her, yeah the blue haired girl that we picked up cause she was passed out drunk on the side of the road"
I'm worried about us. We are almost 30 and we still drink jaeger bombs till we black out. Wait, no I'm not. I'm excited about us.
I want to strut with the confidence of a pigeon.
Why the fuck is Ian Naked eating string cheese in my guest bedroom?
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