when i'm not drinking i'm making facebook events about drinking
For a day that started with shitting my pants, things turned out fairly well.
you know that saying beer then liquer makes you sicker, it should be beer then pickles makes you throw up alot, everywhere.
I'm pregnant just thinking about him.
Wednesday. Otherwise known, to you at least, as "there are two gay men in my bed" day.
Listen. I'm a changed woman. I have no problem using him for sex.
It's amazing how many friends she makes simply by carrying that flask of whiskey everywhere she goes.
We are going all out this weekend. My liver is already smiling.
It wasn't until like 4 and when we got off the phone you said god was summoning you back into the bar
he's hot he just has too much baggage, and has really fucking skinny ankles which freaks me out
you aren't having sex with his ankles, As long as knee caps and above are good, i'd go for it
Well, maybe we can talk about it over a drink and some crushed up vicodin.
I just woke up on the living room floor at my parents house. The last thing I remember was making a scene at Buffalo Wild Wings because our waitress "Sent the game into overtime" with a 0-0 score
I'm pretty sure his cum gave me swimmer's ear.
Good, I don't think Coke dipped ring pops hold up in the mail anyway.
I want to fling myself into the sun
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