Yeah, i don't remember peeing. or meeting the girl.
i just saw a guy carrying a medieval times commemerative glass filled with vomit.. there were 2 people cheering him from behind
well hello there hangover. fancy meeting you here on this BRIGHT thursday morning.
You stuck your head out the window to puke and got hit with a mailbox.
i just realized i dont have a sober facebook picture since 2007
I've now graduated to the level of gay where I can tell Tegan and Sara apart.
I never want to hear the words unlimited shots for boobs in the same sentence ever again.
That's not a good night. A good night is waking up with no skirt, no money, and the imprint of the edge of the bar on your forehead.
I was living a snoop dogg song I fucked her on the floor so I wouldn't mess up my bed
The fun I thought I would be having now when I was six is vastly different from what I am currently doing. Hurraaay sex and vicodin.
I'm high and I have a consensual booty call on the way and just thought that it was a good time to let you know that I think that you are a stellar person.
It was 16 hours of liver killing mistake making goodness
And my parents said I crawled through the house
Dude, we got to the strip club as they were closing, and you starting crying because, and I quote, "This is the closest to birthday sex I'm gonna get."
Last thing I remember I was riding on a picnic table being hauled around by a lawn mower with an empty case of bud light on my head...
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