We named our saturday intramural dodgeball team "we're hungover". Pretty much just an excuse to fuel my alcoholism on friday nights.
this is the 21st century. you drunk fuck him and then go on a date.
My third nipple is alarmingly under-appreciated.
I vote intervention dinner around 6, make up movie around 7:30ish, then apology drinks all night. Then hangover waffle house in the morning.
btw my roommates send a round of applause to you and that guy you tried to fuck on our wall. Additionally they hope he got it in.
Her face is stuck to the frozen jager bottle. I think shes ok with it
i looked at my phone and realized all i had said to her the entire night was misspelled variations of "NOTHING IS THE SAME" over and over. she eventually stopped replying.
The pastor just stopped the sermon to lay hands on me. THAT hungover.
nothing like walking in the house at 3 am in my panties and a sheer shirt carrying a life sized cardboard dale earnhardt jr
I forgot that places existed where drinking on Sunday is frowned upon. It's just so unreasonable.
I had the most traumatic dream I've ever had just now. I ripped my dick off because a girl asked me to and spent the rest of the dream crying about my dick
Plus i lost a button on my shirt and we got free drinks all night. Sorry I'm not sorry.
Currently tripping balls and watching Pink Floyd the wall and I'm crying during it. If this isn't a self realization then I don't know what to tell you.
The last time I saw you, you were giving the stripper a lap dance.
I snuck a teenager into a club last nite, I felt like such a criminal. It was Awsome
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