I remember going home with 2 girls. Woke up with 4.
So the D.A.R.E. essay I helped my tutor kid write won an award. Oh the irony.
FYI... At my funeral, it will be your job to throw yourself dramatically onto my casket.
woke up 7 floors down in the lobby...i my underwear. New high or new low?
New experience?
So I just told the bartender I would go down on her. You need to get here
Day #3 of being the only sober person at the bar. This is depression.
Idk man, she was drunker than me and i was sitting there talking to a raccoon about it's broken leg.
came home to a trail of roses from the door halfway up the stairs. but my nonsingle roommate lives downstairs. idk if they celebrated on the stairs or if some girl tried to woo me last night and i don't remember
Not after That Night. No. I hate tequila. And it hates me. Very mutual hateship going on.
At least I had a $10 coupon for Plan B today. Smart shopping for bad decisions
Seriously. All I want right now is a 40 with a nipple on it, and a nap
You start to question your party girl tendencies when you're wearing the same shirt you wore the night before to work and you're trying to get last nights Jell-O shot off the sleeve on your way to work
Yeah but who says we can't be shitfaced and tan at the same time?
I'm like a great zombie Jesus.
We got high, had sex, and watched retro scooby doo shows. Best friends with benefits yet.
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