Their flight hasn't even left yet and the 'buy food to keep yourself alive' budget is gone on tequila.
Well, I woke up with a text message from my cab driver that said "I hope you're alive," so that's a good indicator of how I was acting last night.
There needs to be waaaay more alcohol in my apartment if I am going to survive being unemployed
Fair warning: We've transformed the living room into a giant tent.
I think I'm interested in anyone that recognizes I actually have a pulse
Woke up in my underwear and Christmas sweater. Only. Eggnog has won the battle but not the war.
I believe you called it tequila and nipples. The proceeded to strike a pose.
Hey man, I found your crocs and your visor in the road. Got em for you.
If there is a heaven, that's what it will be. Bagel Bites and cunnilingus.
Do you know why I woke up with a half peeled lemon in my purse with a post-it that said "eat me" on it?
Update: day 5 and Scott has not left the apartment. Still smoking. Pizza roll supply dwindling.
I met his parents. We played twister. My boob popped out.
Just test drove the kilt for Justin's wedding. NEVER. WEARING. PANTS. AGAIN.
I'd just like to inform you. That when I was at bvj the first day I was blackout drunk by noon. Get on past Chelsea's level like now. Do it for present Chelsea
It might be the most honest thing I've ever said. ...or I've had 3 vodka tonics.
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