You kept excitedly announcing to the bar what time it was. Followed by an equally excited "Clock language still makes sense!"
All I remember is saying that "fire will make it all better"
i got shots of sambuca dumped on my head last night. my bag still smells like licorice. making me nauseous.
it is a nice little reminder of the bruins dominance. if Vancouver had won, it would somehow smell of maple syrup.
We didn't have a blender for the margaritas, so she tried to use the garbage disposal and wasted half a handle of my grandpa's good tequila.
Last night in my drunkenness I bought hurricane supplies which included a jug of wine and a bouquet of flowers. Apparently I'm going to woo Irene.
You need a Jiminy Cricket, but for sexual decisions.
What's the politically correct way of saying you've made someone your bitch?
Like "oh its Monday, gotta get wasted today!" not "oh its Monday.. Gotta go to class"
This is that think about life weed. Thank god I'm in American lit this semester. I can actually write papers in this vat of introspective stoned.
i don't knpow whats goin on i think theyre sacrificeing me to th tequila gods
it is shots o' clock and I am never late
and the oscar for 'most creative swearing' goes to you for 'jesus's bloody fucksticks'
you asked the cab driver if he wanted to meet your parents, last night.
Did a 4 pm walk of GLORY the next day.
just took a pregnancy test before I went out drinking. if that's not drinking responsibly Idk what is.
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