I totally have a Rabbi on speed dial now. Keep it Kosher.
Me too. I'd like to spend all next summer high and drunk and riding ponies and boys.
I woke up this morning naked, with a to-go box from Qdoba, an entire meal completely untouched. I have been piecing together my night to find some answers. I feel like Nancy Drew.
i asked him how he could stand the smell of skunk. his answer was "it smells like good weed"...
I was informed last night that im not allowed to pick up the bouncers and carry them around anymore. Last sat is starting to make more sense
Im not moving so it's going to have to be a 3 some.
It's like she can't drink without using a flambongo
Ok, it is technically a gay bar but it's a total dive w/ strong drinks. The important thing is you can start drinking at 11:00 am without judgement
oh oh oh, and apparently you can bring in your own snacks. Some old dude just gave me cashews and cheetos.
they superglued a cigarette to my fingers...i think I need to quit smoking.
I'm going to try to ignore the homoerotic subtext in that last question...
Just face planted the stairs. Apparently Santa brought an extra step while I was at the bar... Fucking dick
I can't promise that. They just put an extra shot in my margarita.
Just found some confetti on my nipple if that's any indicator of how the night went
Shit on my own feet while puking from my hangover. Is this what 33 is supposed to be like?
My vagina just clenched in fear
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