Broke my phone, have no voice AND I was blackout by 3 p.m...I'm betting I had a great time.
I smelled like jager and penis. The only cure was a pack of camels and plan b.
Woke up with a retainer in my boxers and about ten chicks passed out around me. now I feel like something out of Cinderella, trying to find whose teeth fit in the glass retainer.
She's holding my hand. I'm going to kill myself.
I forgot to mention I threw up in my wine glass AND my neighbors empty cup.
with the possibility that i could very easily fall in love with him and i've actually talked to my HUSBAND about it
who knew tequila and Christmas cookies would go so well together
I see your boobs were ready to greet the new year.
but seriously, an anthropology paper shouldn't be hard if you're trashed, right?
I have to hand it to her. In my heyday I took home the 'biggest shitshow of the night' award 9 times out of 10. But I passed the torch on to her last night, and she went skipping merrily far and away with it into the enchanted world of aggressive alcoholism. Is this 30?
We watched X-Files, ate pizza, and he played with my butt. It was a pretty standard Monday.
That's just how I roll. I drink, then tell people I'm either not wearing underwear or I'm training to be a stripper.
what a classic moment of my life. A buffet of taco bell and a taser gun.
If you have been drunk at one point during the day and are going to bed sober that same day, something is very wrong.
Who the hell tries to steal eggnog.
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