you kept yelling 'bird cage' in between songs and finally the lead singer stopped to ask if you meant 'free bird' and you said 'fuck you, i'm not gay', needless to say you were kindly escorted out
Definitely locked eyes with the stripper who gave me a lapdance last night as she walked by me and into the Ann Taylor Loft in Times Square.
You got so drunk you kept singing the Sailor Moon theme song and kept making everyone call you Sailor Venus.
I don't know where your sunglasses are, I was too preoccupied with girls not old enough to drive past midnight.
so then you were screaming "GIVE ME KELVINS!" and heating things up in the microwave and no one knew what you wanted
i asked why he had a giant piece of popcorn duct taped to his head and he said "No, it's actually part of my neck." so no, i didn't fuck him.
This is how I ended up being the slutty friend isn't it?
In less than 24 hrs I went from conversing with Nobel Laureate, to hangover vomiting in front of a drive thru cashier
Our innocent game of 'Duck, duck, booze.' ended up not being so innocent
No I got myself stoned. With her bowl. She was just a casualty of the War on Sobriety.
Yeah, you went up to him and said "I stare at people until they feel obligated to talk to me."
Like real life can suck my metaphorical dick right now.
We got a standing ovation as security was escorting us out of the ballpark, it was a proud moment
When you left the bar, you did two cartwheels and a heel click and RAN ALL THE WAY HOME.
I'm watching Part of Your World now and I'm crying and I feel like I'm floating right along with her. This. This right here is some drunken Disney Magic
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