I'm at work and it's 1:30. I need a beer. is that bad?
Welcome to every minute of my life.
I just need someone to hold me and tell me i dont turn boys gay
you kept running around the room with a flask shouting "so much room for activities!" then someone tripped you and you passed out
we took turns throwing up in the kitchen sink last night...no i am not doing the dishes
do you remember waking up from your blackout, kissing me ever so softly on the stomach, and saying "i love you bro. so much," then passing back out?
my boss made my mugshot into an 'employee of the month' poster.
i want to swaddle you in tequila
So the chick throws up over the rail from the 15th floor at the sky bar and I knew I would take her back to my hotel.
That last minute feeling of hesitation on whether I should bring my health card to the bar usually means I'm in for a good night.
You asked me if you had to go downstairs to get upstairs. And then you forgot where you were.
On a scale from 1 to the worst weekend of my life, that was an 11. I can see again, though.
She judged ME for picking my nose when SHE has the clap.
I think we can all agree that the size of her boobs, combined with beer, is destroying my ability to judge looks.
I made out with a guy because he ate a grape lollipop and he tasted delicious... not my proudest moment.
We were still up at 6am, taking shots, because thats apparently how he liked to "get the day started".
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