final count. 18 beers. 4 shots baileys. 2 shots vodka. 1 glass champagne. vomited in the yard after losing my phone in a field for 8 hours. Possibly played tag with myself
You thought that the "chillable" logo on the box wine was referring to a city in italy.
there may or may not be knives in your bed. I would check
Theres dried jager, barbecue sauce and frie remnants all over my front seat.
This bowl of cereal would be the size of a giant's bowl-piece. It's. that. big.
How much did you smoke??
I have a very hazy flashback of me making out with a guy in a seashell bra??! Can you confirm or deny
I just sang country roads at the top of my lungs with my cab driver. Tonight was a success.
I'm missing a sock, a boot, and antlers. We need to get on that.
I probably should have waited until after the game to pity fuck him. You know, seeing as we lost.
Right now I'm standing in front of my fridge, drinking wine out of the bottle and eating cold steak with my hands. I am THE BEST at being single.
Like when I see him I look straight through his appearance and just envision a big walking penis.
I really love you gals. I'm sorry again. I'm just super protective of my poutine
Nothing like a little chlamydia diagnosis to ring in the new year
Update: drank half a bottle of Bourbon and texted three ex's. Waiting for the roommates to go to sleep so I can raid the fridge.
Why did I wake up next to the fire pit? And who wrapped me up like a burrito?
Jägerbombs. Thank Sara.
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