You can't wash away shame.
I can try.
did you mean anything you said last night? i just wnna know
no
You should ask if we are margaritasing tomorrow. and yes i did just turn that into a verb
His fridge was full of blocks of pepperjack cheese, and his pantry was stocked with huge jars of jellybeans. Even if I'd been drunk, I don't think I could've made that up.
Curled up in the fetal position, trying not to throw up or think about my future, and humming songs from musicals to myself. You?
I like to get drunk just like anyone else but not to the point of sticking a rubber tube up my asshole
Dude true life I died at the derby...I lost everyone I knew, went down a bourbon and mud slip and slide, lost my hat, fell off the roof of a porta potty, sprained my ankle and knee and then got arrested.
Of course I have to cross through a walk for hunger
Just peed out a window, not entirely sure it's open. Can't tell. I'll find out in the morning.
I swear to god, my hangover cure is a green tea and a 15 minute twerkout. works every time
Watching this game makes me realize that we have yet to do Skype shots. What kind of long distance alcoholics are we?
My hangover headache is somewhere in the Harry Potter scar neighborhood. I can now empathize with that poor bastard.
How did your walk of shame include a trip to Walmart and how did you bump into the cop that arrested you last night there?
I woke up with a pillow, shampoo and a plant in my fridge. Eggs in the toilet, and I was wearing three pairs of girls underwear. What happened last night
A massage should never include spaghetti sauce. shit was fucked up
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