we've reached the level in our friendship where i don't think he would rape me
wait one more day. tuesday is my official "i hit on you and/or we hooked up this weekend" friend request day.
you pissed in the sink and didnt realize it until it was time to wash your hands
I was so drunk that I didn't realize he was staying at the Waldorf. I walk of shamed the Astoria, do you even know what this means?
Thanksgiving break drinking is a marathon, not a sprint, and i need to be well rested
I've decided to tape numbers to the bottom of my heels corresponding to the number of drinks I can safely consume in them.
okay, this game isn't funny anymore. tell us where all the forks are.
I can count the number of hours she's been sober this weekend on one hand.
There are 3 guys sitting in the elevator in lawn chairs wearing sunglasses and holding beers. the hallway rugs are stuffed in a trash can. i've never been so glad to be sober.
It's one of those mornings where you wake up and want to go to church for the first time in ten years. THAT shameful.
We crashed a rave, threw glitter all over Gay Dan and the bartender, broke a chandelier and called ourselves the Kings of Neon.
Just got gas in my car for the first time while high. Went better than expected.
He had a hook in his ceiling. I think I'm in love!
Wtf is this place? I don't see any alcohol and I feel like we were supposed to bring our own strippers.
He only has one ball. it was like fucking a cyclops.
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