didnt we say no more talking to eachother
it will help you get over me i promise
im horny
ok i will unlock the door
Come get meeee. I'm stranded in the middle of no where with Paul (?). I think u puked on his friend.
well. it's seven AM and i'm too high to hula hoop.
It was fun until I shot a pea out of my nose while throwing up. Left over tuna casarole at 3Am was a terrible choice.
Spent 200 bucks on a stripper for a good night hug. I give up.
I need a leash, or some shame. Maybe.
I need to find a more grown up way of dealin with a hangover at the office than pringles and mountain dew at 8:30 am...
i just shaved my vag. i figure it gave me about ten more minutes to drink tomorrow.
I ate cinnamon toast crunch. I'm officially out of the puke zone. Blackout drunk Friday. WHAT IS GOOD.
pain. pain everywhere. this is why throwing yourself at concrete is a bad idea.
on a brighter note, the cop thought i could kick adams ass if it came down to that and said he had $20 on me if it ever happens
I don't get hangovers. Except once. And there is a massively epic story behind that, involving so much alcohol I should have died, and 13 raw hotdogs.
Drunk enough that you donated $50 to taco bell, because they serve a great purpose.
We couldn't find her anywhere. Finally, I saw her sitting in my bathroom floor spraying hair mouse into her mouth and whispering "I fucking love whipped cream." WHAT DID YOU GIVE HER AND CAN I HAVE SOME?
I woke up in a boat, with a life jacket on, tons of beer cans and no lake... I was inside a garage. WTF
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