I may or may not have just irish jigged at a bar. And broken out in a sweat from it. Not a good sign for that marathon yo.
Joe is a total sociopath, I'm going to hook up with him tonight
Fake titties should be able inflate and deflate like tires. So on Saturday you can put on your Double D hooker titties or Sunday put on your size B church tits.
Well I don't think you could recreate that hangover if you tried. It was like the perfect storm of hangovers.
Interestingly im still mad at you for the time we got high and you tried to hump me.
Lol thats a classic
I've come to realize that after waking up this morning for work no one wins in bar dice.
I couldn't open my car door and for a second I thought they were taking me to an intervention circle.
There are bruises on the top of my foot. The pole won.
This late night dumpster diving sesh is making my quads cramp up
So I'm not dead, but close call. I think I can handle one more bar.
Just saw a government minister puke and rally.
once he tried to wake me up from my hangover nap to have sex, that's when things went downhill. he had to go.
You know the party's good when you say "Never have I ever caused an emergency landing" and someone drinks
I don't suppose you have a recipe for a cocktail made of bitter resignation, regretting everything, poor life descisions and deep-seated self-loathing?
If we both don't have awesome filthy sexual experiences to share in the morning...we are no longer best friends.
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