Holy cold harsh reality of sobriety batman
Apparently he doesn't remember leaving the bar
If I spent $100 at the bar and didn't get laid I wouldn't want to remember anything either
I woke up with the wrong plaid-shirted guy in my bed.
kerrys trying to convince everyone in the bar shes a lesbian. cheers to not being the drunkest girl in the room. i probably wont piss myself tonight.
Just watched a UNI fan at the bar lick the tears off of a KU fans face.. See what march madness does to people
please tell me why my pillow is wearing your thong...
...i wondered where i left that...
that's probably because you left your arm in the fishtank for 90% of the night
I ate 12 cupcakes in less than 24 hours, so no judgement here.
I feel like a cloud. A cloud that wants to be laid.
He looks like he's going to feed me a taco and then stab me. It's probably a good idea he's a lawyer
Still not sure if my open-bar-week-long-trip to Cuba is the best idea as a congratulations-for-my-sober-february-challenge. My liver might just explode and give up.
Haha. Fifty shades ain't got shit on me. My tits look like they got in a fight.
He said he actually "met" me for the first time through a picture his housemate had of me, drunk and passed out in a pool of my own vomit, on the floor of his basement.
I haven't had to masterbate since I started dating him over a year ago. I don't even know if I remember how and my vagina is calling.
Who would you rather hang with tonight, drunk me or high me?