I've come to the conclusion that as a grad student I would much rather prefer to get laid then get drunk
I think you know full well that a few years ago my stance was the polar opposite
I just woke up with the words DO IT on my hand and six beers in my purse.
Found my smoke alarm in a ziploc in my toilet...again
Just asked the bartender if I could use the register to see my grades.
the paramedic just looked at me like "you again?"
I started making my dollar bills into rings for the strippers
You had salsa out and brought a banana on a plate to bed
Oh no, we smoked the revival weed. It came in a Batman bag. It hit like justice. And orphans.
Just woke up from a dream where I had lesbian sex with myself (a clone of me)... Take that, Freud!
Currently at a fetish club with a set of swings (don't ask). Having flashbacks to the park by my house
No. You don't want this. When I threw up last night, it was so intense I went blind for about 3 seconds.
I also know you puked in your shoe.
That would explain the note .... I apparently wrote myself an apology note from drunk to sober me .... saying "sorry for the fancy shoe soup" .... ugh I'll never drink again ...
Only you can make me eat tacos in your car, while naked, on a dead end road in a ditch on a Thursday night.
Split a bottle of Johnny Walker and then decided to eat a shit ton of peanut butter. That was a rough bed to wake up in
I can't decide if I miss drinking or you, they are so closely connected.
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