Every good night starts with white castle burgers and shots in the parking lot.
an unopened bag of salt and vinegar chips... probably the best thing I've ever found in my room while high.
In my drunkeness I was planning how to throw up without my parents hearing. I was gonna go for a "run" and just throw up outside.
Update: we are pushing the start of day drinking back from 9 am to 10 am. Minor delay.
My neighbors are outside blasting Hootie and the Blowfish while drunkenly hitting a stump with a hammer. I could get used to this.
At this point can I suggest a mail away bride. You judge Nick but you are a strange dude and that may be your ticket.
We got back from the bar and started watching bizzare foods, which subsequently led to the consumption of large amounts of rancid lunch meat and small insects.
Well yes he stayed. He brought Guiness, them he shaved me. It's a long, but beautiful story.
I believe you would have been proud of me last night.. I was chasin Fireball shots with Jack and Coke. Guess there's a reason they call me Whiskey Woman.
I found a briefcase foll of fireworks in my old bedroom...that's an appropriate thing to bring to a wedding, right?
Look man if you're looking for a voice of reason, you're talking to the wrong woman.
The Olympian is in my bed
I woke up in a bush somewhere in Tucson with a full suit on. Great way to end my birthday.
drunk me always erases text conversations because she is a woman of mystery and does not like for me to know what's going on in her life
Btw I definitely had pizza sauce on my face, a painful hickey on my neck, and I just remember screaming SISTER WIVES because of the girl's 1997 jean skirt! Wow.
Optimism doesn't exist before 2pm nor do any other emotions.
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