Beverly Hills, 90210. Cleveland Browns, 0.
I had my own version of the Hangover last night. I woke up to a disassembled Christmas tree, shit on the futon, and a hamster in the bathroom with a necklace on that said "Feed Me Bitch." I don't own a hamster. I don't know what I drank last night, but I want to do it again.
okay, certainly we can't screw this up, and even as I type, I know we will
He was carrying a rolled up carpet saying he was saving it for tomorrow's Walk of Fame.
His best friend walked in while we were banging, turned on the light, yelled BURN, grabbed his computer to play the Thunderstruck drinking game, turned off the light and left.
I guess she thought her walk of shame would be more dignified if she stole my dog
Sunday is a myth, I refuse to believe that I waste an entire day unable to function after a night of drinking.
i spent my morning giving relationship advice to the kid i had sex with on a kitchen table this weekend
that man is just a bundle of powerful magic and poor judgment
All I know is that I woke up with my pajamas on inside out in front of a bowl of watered down kd. Sitting up. I didn't even make it to bed.
I mean I'm so obviously classy currently laying in bed watching a movie while finishing my drink from last night
Let's drink lean at the 5 seconds of summer concert. Give the teens a glimpse into their future as dysfunctional adults holding desperately onto their youth. You in?
Don't take a pillow from my bed. You don't know which ones of them my vagina has been on
You kept licking my face. You said you were making sure I was real.
My body isnt used to all this fresh air, sun and booze....ok well maybe just the fresh air and sun...its used to the booze.
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