Okay so if I'm going to keep referring to my hangover in the third person it needs a name.
I just remember thinking that if i ran really fast through the house, no one would notice i was naked.
It was really weird walking into a CVS and not going straight to the pharmacy for plan B.
nothing says "you're fucked" like watching a movie with the family and a handle of vodka comes crashing down from your hiding spot in the ceiling tiles.
I got back at him the only way I knew how, by hooking up with the guy he hates from their rival fraternity.
He's sweet and rough. A wonderful contradiction. He's the starburst of sex.
Just woke up. Naked. Under an animal pelt. With a girl. I've never met her. She's pretty naked too.
We're gonna be late. Scott went too far predrinking amd tried pierce his own lip with a poptab. Save me a beer, i'm gonna need it.
Dear God, please let me get my period. And if this one is fiercer than usual I completely understand.
You were silly, high, and chewing on things.
I need to pull it together. I just cried my eyes out to Master Chef Junior.
I got laid two nights in a row
And none for Gretchen Wieners...
My cat took a shit on the guy who passed out in the bathtub
I woke up completely naked in a mint condition 71 chevelle in someones garage. What.
How is it that I can make it to my 8am Friday morning still drunk after passing out the night before...but not to my 9am on Tuesday that I went to bed early for? Irony or karma?
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