our drinking schedule never changed, we just drank at work.
Eating in charleston sc at a seafood place called "hymans". Like normal I had no problem finding it.
you kept making us tell you how cute you looked in your new outfit, even after you threw up all over it
when she asked me if it was possible to swim under north america i knew it was time to leave.
Are you still goin to the xmas party?
Yaaaa why?
Jus making sure i will have nice people i know to put a blanket over me when i pass out in the field .
They installed a lotion dispenser in the bathroom at work... its like they want me to masturbate on the clock...
Pretty sure I just shit out pure stomach acid. I'll explain after you take me to a hospital
I began mixing captain Morgan and jack daniels and called it captain jack sparrow. I puked. a lot.
Logically he should not be walking around...after that fall he should be in a hospital in a medically induced coma
Don't let me publish my memoir unless "hurt my ankle drunk irish dancing" is at least the title of a chapter because that is really the whole story of my life.
I'm far too poor to be letting my hookups wear my shirts home. I'm down to about a total of 8 shirts and have no intention of buying more
I have a corndog on my dresser and a trashcan of puke. Thanks for a great night!
Can we just get drunk and watch the Birdcage please I have no tolerance for straight men today
It's a mix of hot dirty sex and week old bong water
Are you drunk? You left me a voicemail at 5:59 AM of you making dolphin sounds.
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