we're blogging at a bar
The last thing I remeber was convincing you to hide in the fridge, and then taking everything out and you not fitting.
We're not too concerned with getting her out of jail. We're on a mission for donuts.
I woke up with dick mouth, a raw vagina, an empty bottle of vodka and the best man next to me. I also found my thong by the pool. Best.Wedding.Ever.
i just spent 10 minutes talking to the lady who works at taco bell about my romantic situation.
Could be my worst decision since the whole 'third degree burn' fiasco.
The amount of drugs I did this weekend make me concerned about my health but at the same time fascinated to see if I could do more
I just remembered that i did pull ups in a bikini on the porch of Red Lobster last night. someone needs to stage an intervention
Because 9 pm Thursday you drink a loco cause you just wanna get drunk and have a good time with your friends. Then you wake up on Tuesday and you've had 17 locos and you're pregnant, lying on the side of the road, 3 states over. THAT'S why we don't have only locos parties.
reason #1 why i should never live alone: i haven't put pants on since she left 26 hours ago. and ive made spaghetti 3 times.
Also, I don't know if it's the drugs I'm on or not, but I truly believe I was hypnotized last night listening to an audio book.
I really love you gals. I'm sorry again. I'm just super protective of my poutine
Apparently I have decided there are no repercussions for my actions
No ive been in the mountains getting high and baking cookies with a 4 year old
So I woke up this morning to find my laptop open, with a google search for "where to buy marble", and a hungover naked northern girl in my bed who told me that I claimed to be a sculptor last night and that I promised to sculpt a bust of her hands...
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