I have a feeling that after last night, i'm not just going to hell. i'm going to hell on a full scholarship. free admission bitches
MRIs the morning after St. Patty's Day was a poor choice.
I dont think that drinking by ourselves on a saturday night counts as being "fun alcoholics"
And I was the only one who felt it was dangerous to set the tv and blender on the ledge of the hot tub
He did not want a thank you for helping me move in bj. I don't know how to thank him now.
im seconds away from chugging that vodka and preforming the surgery on myself.
She's currently celebrating her completion of "Sober October" with "Margarita Shit-Show November."
she texted me out of nowhere. and I wanted to get drunk. like I didn't even have her new number until 6 hours ago and bam we were rolling around drinking cotton candy vodka from the bottle she had stuffed in a boot
My night consisted of weed, sex, and Mexican food. In that order. I think we found the keys to saving our marriage.
On NPR this morning, farmers are feeding weed to pigs. The result: pot bacon. Life just got better.
I taught her to play Monopoly. She sold me her bra to keep from going bankrupt.
The cleaning lady has moved my vibrator twice now so I would say I'm pretty ready to move out.
I didn't know. I guess I really haven't had that much time for drinking lately. I mean, outside drinking at home/work.
does anyone know where bryan is?
last i saw he was naked, and crying in the bathroom because there was no more booze.
why is there a porcupine in the kitchen
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