I woke up, not remembering how or when or why i was even there and looked over to find Steph spooning with an adult black man.
Your clothes are in washers 2,3 and 4. I arranged by darks, whites, then frat... I'm not even joking
I mean, I don't even call it a hangover anymore. It's just morning.
i really appreciated the lovely drunk rendition of whitney houstan's "i wanna dance with somebody" you left on my voicemail.
Thanks to this cookie, I have now eaten something other than skittles today.
I should start handing out wavers before I have sex with someone. 1. Do you have anything to do tomorrow? 2. Are you ok with sleeping 12 hours from exhaustion. 3. Are you ok with a limp?
That place is a DUI and an STD waiting to happen. I think I'll pass.
We fucked in my trunk while on the clock....what did you do at work today?
Also cheers for the reminder to check last night's texts. It's been a magical adventure through drunk me's thought process.
the kid next to me in math class is drawing gay porn. it's good, but that is beside the point
I've never been this drunk around this many toddlers
I don't know how it started but we all ended up shirtless andI was covered in crawfish and wearing a sombrero.
Why are we so out going and care free I can't wait for maturity to kick in so we stop having 700 dollar bar tabs
you took my virginity. you can't have my alcohol too.
you were making out with a girl because you told her you were part of Nsync
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