So, I woke up to an empty bottle of scotch and a dead car. The last thing I remember are the strippers being mad at me. Awesome night.
Feels good to be wearing underwear again though...
I can mark tailgating, going to the game and getting road head off my to do list today
Ok love is a little strong. But he consented to Nachos, beer and board game date with my cats. Keeper.
I noticed how good my hair still looked. Apparently rum and coke in it helps it stay curly thru sex. May be using this more often.
Also, we just got yelled at by a cop for being awesome...or making out in a fountain. Whatever.
And the funny thing is when I went to the kitchen this morning, all 4 pizzas were still there in their boxes, untouched. My question to you is: what were we eating last night?
Drinking vodka straight out of a beer bottle because I don't want to be judged. Not my best idea and not my worst.
All I can remember is posting my chicken burger in the post box. Postman is in for a treat.
You were holding up a boot and yelling boot gang
If I don't have hickies that last till tuesday, I didn't do this weekend right
Seriously??? You send me boob shots with your husband and kids in them???
Some how my underwear was hanging from the antlers of a antelope head on the wall of the hotel........
She walked into the kitchen, said 'we've come to this time of the party,' reached into the bowl of cold spaghetti and shoved a handful in her mouth.
You made me take you back to Mcdonalds so you could yell at the guy for not giving you enough ketchup packets
I vaguely recall french fries...
You then proceeded to call your mom and tell her you weren't coming home because you were "tripping balls"
Sweet...
Okay. Did I say I did anything unusual? Because I usually do weird stuff. Did I clean mirrors? My mirrors are really clean, and I think I remember having windex..
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