where are you?
in the room with the baby pig
k im coming soon
I think I'd remember a dick in my mouth
smoking weed is really the only logical conclusion to hangovers
all i know is that each time we woke up we were at a different chinese restaurant. help.
any interest in drunk sledding later? if not, any interest in driving me to the hospital later?
You wouldn't know anything about the tooth on ice in my freezer would you?
im hiding in a corner. drunk. with a plate of stolen jello shots. im pretty sure people are looking for me or the jello shots.
I knew the night had taken a turn when we showed up and our flabongo was being chilled in the freezer.
No I just rolled on the floor giggling. I think that's the equivalent to a post sex victory dance.
the only good thing about going home with him was that he was prettier than me.
We were still up at 6am, taking shots, because thats apparently how he liked to "get the day started".
His dick's name has evolved from Sebastian to Big Daddy to Barbara Streisand to Barbara Walters. I think the transformation is finally complete.
Update: day 5 and Scott has not left the apartment. Still smoking. Pizza roll supply dwindling.
Last night I was introduced as the Picasso of getting fucked up so I obviously had to live up to it by chugging long islands
I put a bagel at the end of my bed so every time I want a bite I have to do a sit up
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