i threw up in a trash can last night at kellys irish times. but in a trash can because i'm a lady
ohhh my god. this party should be titled "my hookups of summers past" be expecting some good stories tomorrow
I woke up wearing just my underwear and a headlamp at a different house than I remember passing out at. I told you irish car bombs are not made with an entire guinness.
it makes it look bigger when i shave, i hope its not the same for a girl
we were on a sandy mattress. i was wearing a sweatshirt with a poodle on it and eating a whopper jr. i wouldn't have fucked me either.
Margaritas are 250 calories. Now measuring all food in margaritas
was it you or me who tried to make the, what appears to be, nacho cake in the oven?
were lost, were cold and we don't know what to do with the stray cat we found.
I think they called the cops after 15 minutes of you shaking their clothes line like the ultimate warrior and calling out hulk hogan
Your couch is like an animal shelter for stray drunks.
I think a van full of parolees just blew me kisses. Thoughts?
I woke up this morning and the lid to the back of my toilet was missing. Dahfaq do I do with this shit?
It was just...long. I started around 2. And I think i went to bed around 2. So 12 straight hours? I remember a milkshake and frozen grapes.
As the cops are taking us away I see the strippers taking our DD backstage.
It was a fun night. I made out with the door guy at the gay bar but he didn't speak english
There was no door guy at the bar
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