To answer your question of whether I "went back," tits just informed me I was kicked out for falling off my barstool and passing out on the floor...
Now it won't go down.
You've got a gift.
11am puke and rally. THIS is what I'm gonna miss about college.
if that dog is afraid of alcohol then he's no dog of mine
You've eaten a Lean Pocket for every meal for at LEAST 3 days now. Get your life in line.
You said your face felt like it was made out out of boxes and kept asking me to give you a bath.
A client gave me a bottle of vodka today. And he was hot with a beard. It's like he knows my soul.
My liver is begging me not to go, but sadly enough for him my feet and hands control me getting there.
i'll booty call him tonight after the radiohead concert, that way he can see his favorite band and his favorite vagina all in one night.
We are keeping it ultra classy drinking 40s and playing croquet with 90s rap blasting in the back ground
I would come over if there was not the impending fear of me shitting out my brains.
I ended up in a bathroom giving my hymen a pep talk
We got way too high so we're sitting in the parking lot of the movies trying to figure out what bar to go to
Yeah totally passed out in their trash can last night.
In hindsight, maybe rearranging his living room because he has OCD while he was out wasnt the greatest idea. Though it'll keep him busy for HOURS
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