Probably, but last night was a special kind of drunk. It was a "let's see how drunk I can get without killing myself" drunk.
thanks for stopping by when you did. making a meatball quesadilla while high was a bad choice
i lose more brain cells when ever she opens her mouth then i would doing meth for 8 years of my life.
Just when I thought this night couldn't get any worse, my dad sang and dedicated Sexual Healing to me at kareoke night.
There was a cop outside the house so we just put the alcohol in this watermelon
Uhh... I think I meant "Be proud, I'm taking shots before my public speaking test." "Coffee and vodka is not good" and "Also, I'm giving blood drunk."
She tied her key to her bra the night before and couldn't get it off while trying to open the door this morning so she just took her bra off and let it tangle from the key while unlocking the door...the old Indian couple next door were shocked.
I'm instituting a new rule. If you wake me up at 3am about wrinkled blankets, I get to throat punch you
He recreated the night that started all my mothers days. We shared a joint, drank Boones Farm, and dry humped to the Beastie Boys. Then I cried over MCA's death. Best. Gift. Ever.
Think of all the island guys I could have. Ah well.
You can not bait me into a "how Stella got her groove back" call and response.
Your uterus is safe from my father's misconstrued prophecies.
My memory of last night is a delicious blur of tits, ass, and alcohol.
Dude, I'm thinking today is Single as Fuck Friday because that's how I'm feeling
some kid just came up 2 me bleeding yelling "thats how u riot"
You can’t judge a dick by its balls.
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