I don't remember her name, but I do remember yelling at her from the balcony of the hotel room during her walk of shame.
our drinking schedule never changed, we just drank at work.
We were sexting and at the end, instead of us having sex, he decided to put "we fell asleep in each others arms."
I cannot believe how calm you were last night about telling Katie she was on fire.
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we where pretty evenly matched until he threw me through that wall
So help me Jesus we're never drinking together again. But weekends don't count. Amen.
Apparently, we were running around the apartment, singing into pickles, the routinely slapped our passed out friends with them.
Shes definitely an expert at this. Her happy hour goes from 4 to 11, then she starts drinking heavy. She also allots 15 minutes each hour for a pee/bj break
Remind me in the future that chugging dog codeine is not the best idea.
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I took Xanax and it did nothing to me. First sign I'm crazy and actually need it.
I don't understand why she gets annoyed by my drunk texts. It means she's who I'm thinking about even when my brain isn't functioning properly.
You took motorboating me in public to a whole new level. You poured your beer down my top and LAPPED IT UP.
I woke up knowing I have nowhere to be today except parties and it was glorious and I am so happy
And, omg, my eyelids are on fire. I think the internet let me down. :(
Drink. Fuck. Waffle House. Repeat.