And I just threw up at the table during Mother's Day Brunch.
I've been reduced to Capt. Morgan and Golden Girls reruns. Ugh.
'fingered' and 'feelings' NEVER belong in the same sentence.
I can no longer count the number of girls I've banged on my fingers and toes. It's like being born again.
My morning has consisted of lying in a fetal position, eating a whole tub of ben and jerry's, talking to my cat, and setting all of our pictures on fire. Does that answer your question?
this kid in class is playing minesweeper and just slammed the desk because he lost. thank god were normal.
Important life lesson - flammable and inflammable mean the same thing
there is no 'pace myself' on the blackout express
omg just made cake vodka jello shots, sooooo excited
dear god these taste like death. death and sprinkles
On a scale from 1 to the worst weekend of my life, that was an 11. I can see again, though.
So hungover. Walked into room and poached their catering before realized in wrong place. Scowled and ate it anyway
Last night you said you were going to stop drinking and then proceeded to dip cookies in your vodka.
Sadly that explains a lot.
I didn't see her "bad karma" tattoo until after I was balls deep
Afternoon delight is playing while I take a shit at mcdonalds
it's 1043 pm. still havent changed out of the shirt i wore last night so at this point i figure i'll go for twosies.
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