And then I have a slight inkling that I went up to the bar and tried to order the bartender.
just found a sign outside my brothers door "not going to church, don't even try" and he is covered is vomit in his bed.
I threw a jar of pickles out the window at a police car, why was that not a good enough reason to put me to bed?
Careful when you walk in I'm laying by the door.
did anyone else see me puking into my coat sleeve?
I can't remember much about walking home last night. I think I kicked a dog.
I only get commercials for vodka and Rogaine now. You're exactly right, Hulu. That's exactly right.
Jill you already won the game by finding a dude who will fuck you in flamingo knee socks. Theres no hope for the rest of us
I sent a picture of my balls to one of my best friends, so basically it was an average night.
apparently i came home last night raving about goats and singing songs from muppet treasure island
I wanted to buy shoes but nothing fit. So i'm getting a vibrator.
She's the prison bitch to my Martha Stewart.
I am listening to my ipod while i puke, this is most entertaining hangover i have ever had.
I can't really text bc it's too expensive but I thought youd like to know I just shit myself in a gift shop.
I don't remember anything from last night, but at track I found my thong next to the high jump pit... So it must has been decent
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