My low point of the night was when my roommate spit out her jello shot and i took it...
Party priorities: alcohol > girls > music > cups > decorations
I got to find out the airplane alcohol limit, and somehow I made it through the flight.
I'm reciting my presentation (beer in hand) on the porch to a snowmen audience.
He's currently rapping every word to 'more money more problems' at what could be a over 30s gay bar. I'm not sure yet. More info to come.
I think i lit a firework with a joint. happy birthday, america?
We mailed him an 18 inch double headed dildo for his birthday. The Fedex guys certainly got a laugh out of it.
I did sing regulators with a random black dude at The Rail without looking at the screen, hugged him and walked off stage. I pretty much live up to all expectations.
I just pictured my inhibition personified as little pink piggies with wings flying off into the great wide nowhere hahaha
Move ovrr Titanoc and all you others. Heres the real tale of woe. This ladys failed search for boozdy goodnezs.
So, I'm a little drunk in Seattle with Glenna, but we've all agreed that it's patriotic to think about Bill Clinton from time to time during sex. 'Merica
Dead. I am actually dead. Also, worst nightmare confirmed: throwing up in a four hundred person lecture.
I'm gonna give the church their tithe, and the rest is a down payment on boobs.
I'm giving drunk me full control of my body for the next few days. Please don't let me die.
She’s super into those renaissance faires. But, if you can’t actually stab anyone, what’s the point?
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