To answer your question of whether I "went back," tits just informed me I was kicked out for falling off my barstool and passing out on the floor...
I think the phrase "bag of smashed assholes" describes it best
We were tigers and tigers don't wear pants
you know what sucks? talking to chicks you dont want to have sex with
omfg. get on facebook. the science olympiad team had a rave.
I lost my grandmas ring. Probably during the handjob.
I can't even remember the last time I took my own pants off
At least your night didn't end with three cops seeing your ass and you sitting on the ground in a wig throwing your shoes at people
Could you imagine living in a city where bartenders are available by 1:30 AM
I'd have like 4 kids by now and at least one std
I'm content with our "friends with accidental benefits" situation.
I'm handling the NHL draft worse than getting dumped this week
it's not rock bottom until you fall down an escalator on the way home from a hookup and have to have you dad come pick your drunkass up at 3am. Adulthood.
I just drunkenly accidentally had sex with my boss
Did you at least ask for a raise?
No but I am now the owner of one of either his or his roomate's teeshirts... Maybe I can use it to negotiate?
I don't know if I'm dying or this is just a mild inconvenience
We live walking distance from the coors factory. no, we do not have a dry week.
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