This kristen chick is fuckin nuts. She's pyscho. She's a trainwreck. She carries baggage. She's... Perfect.
I have a drunk 6th sense to lyrics of songs i dont know. It only works when i dance..
Tonight we are playing Scuba-Keg. Getting keg now. I'll explain when i get home.
We're having the conversation about what happened last night, all we can come up with is that we came home, drank two litres of lemonade, I took one of her seizure pills and we fell asleep with sabrina the teenage witch on
I think your going to be the cause of an awesome death
There are a bunch of guys at the door looking for the guy you brought back to the condo...pretended not to speak English. You're welcome.
If after tonight I can still walk on my own, take me to another bar.
My arms are hairy. And so Is my left leg. Just my left leg, the right is smooth.
I think I collapsed a disk in my spine when I drunkenly lifted that fat girl on my shoulders to chicken fight at the pool.
Pretty sure I sang "What Makes You Beautiful" to some random guy in a parking lot last night...
apparently i tried to facetime the drunk bus last night, that's probably why we had to walk back to campus
Drunk ass.
I'm curious as to what my outfit choices drunk me made for this weekend.
He stopped in the middle of us banging in order to check in for his Southwest flight.
He was the highest I've ever seen. Almost had him convinced there are only three colors in the rainbow...
Southwest doesn't have zingzang bloody Mary mix. I'm gonna file a complaint with the FAA
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