R and i have drinken 4 bottles od red wine. By ourselfs
my "about me" section on Facebook should read "hell-bound alcoholic who wants to fuck a 40-year-old crackhead"
at the resort hottubing with french twins, who brought champange. this should be a postcard.
She soaked the fruit in vodka for ten minutes and then mixed it with normal fruit and sherbert icecream. It was called "lottery fruit".
The last thing I remember is him grabbing my ass and telling me he knew where the jello shots were, so I followed him.
just found a bag of Oreos in my purse labeled "emergency".
My only regret is not throwing up on the conveyor belt in the dining hall
Oh man, buzzed lunch fridays almost got out of hand.
Fun holiday story for you: Alex and I went out drinking. She left. I needed a ride home. Met this dude and told him to drive my car back. Once at my house, I made him take out my dog and then apologized for not wanting to make out with him. I said, let me go see if my roommate is interested and then I slept in Alex's bed all night.
20 bucks says he was an actual leprechaun
All I know, is I had green sex and beer and got driven home. That's it.
As long as he continues to be our subleaser and continues to fuck me, I think it's acceptable for me to steal a piece of bread here and there.
He stopped mid sex to pour wine in my mouth...
Marry him.
How bad was it?
Stopped drinking Sunday, hungover on Tuesday bad.
I feel like I may be the only person who can say they crutched their walk of shame. past the secret service.
Last night I ate a candle out of a strippers ass.... I guess it was an okay night.
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