no.. I went home. Puking up hot dogs and lemon tart isn't as lovely as it sounds.
Made a visit to my old puking stall. I missed it.
..and it was like all of a sudden I could hear the sounds my brain was making
Well, i'm not sure how that works so i wish both you and your vagina luck on your voyage.
you act like breakfast cereal isnt an entirely appropriate chaser
He blacked out at the first bar and passed out at the second...we just carried him to bar three and four and sat him in the lounge chairs, he said we're amazing
Judging by the garbled spelling in the calendar reminders in my phone, drunk me really wanted sober me to take a pregnancy test today.
Yep. It's going to be us, strippers, and drag queens.
A glittery, gay, heavily makeuped, scantily dressed clusterfuck.
We hit a golf ball off Brady's ass. His dignity flew away into the night.
In other news, people don't judge you when you buy a vibrator if you buy a funny birthday card and bag with it. I learned that this weekend.
I made him fuck me with my coat zipped up and a unicorn mask on. That level of drunk sex. Weird and creepy yet highly satisfying.
I just imagined myself as R2-D2 and you as C3P0 walking around the Vegas desert looking for alcohol
Now all I have unanswered questions and a fucked up finger
Jungle juice breakfast? No? Ok.
We are back but we are listening to stairway to heaven in my car. Amy is air drums. Be back when it's over.
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