I can no longer count the number of girls I've banged on my fingers and toes. It's like being born again.
champagne bombs. Yes, i think that is where things may have gotten out of control.
I just was on a 20min team conference call where I didn't speak, I used a Gus Johnson soundboard online to answer questions asked to me...the highlight of 2010
it was like brushing your tongue but with a fucking long toothbrush.
I don't care if he acts like a don't exist 6 days a week. On the 7th day he makes makes my vagina cry. In a good way. Jesus understands.
all nice guys are gay and all hot ones are assholes
You're fat. Stop making excuses
you said you couldnt let go of the fence because your hand was molding to it.
We really need to stop competing to see who can get more drunk, and I REALLY need to stop winning.
I try to help out whenever I can. Speaking of rough nights I woke up half naked on Brady's couch with bloody paper towels duct taped to my foot.
Still burping lighter fluid. Totally awful.
And I can feel feelings now and they hurt
Fastest way to get judgmental looks on a Sunday morning: wear sunglasses inside carrying a case of beer and thin mints at the grocery store. May or may not have ran into the glass door.
Gotta love Minnesota
Negotiating with my body. We're ok. Violent upheaval is not necessary.
I'm playing a lilo and stitch drinking game
Aloha alcoholism.
Did my extra credit for a class I badly need to pass at the bar of Friday's.. kind of sum's up my college career. Got a 90 though.
Randomize
