What a fucking waste of an outfit
I remember going home with 2 girls. Woke up with 4.
All I remember from last night is puking up a box of cheeze-its and the building catching on fire.
drugs are my only escape from this reality. good thing I got it at a discount price last night
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.
EMERGENCY: IS A KAREOKE RICKROLL ACCEPTABLE IN THE YEAR 2011?
I may or may not have had sex last night then sent him home on a bike with two flats
Using a 12 year old as a wingman. Does that make me a bad person?
may or may not have figured out a way to make my mom a drug mule to bring me ecstasy...
I think all the stress in my life right now can be directly correlated with never winning a game of Bop It as a child.
dude...i punched my best friend in the face, broke up with my girlfriend, and shit my pants.......now i don't know which one to take care of first.
You merely adopted the alcohol. I was born into it. Molded by it. I didn't see the hang over until I was a man and by then it was only blinding.
The last person that asked me out got pushed down an escalator
Crying while I'm pooping. I think this is rock bottom
I'm too drunk to remember your name. I'm too drunk to recall where i'm currently at. And i'm too drunk to give a shit.
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