party is dying down. we just wrote whore in the yard with gas. Photos to come.
It was like a drunk episode of Dora the Explorer. In English.
Mango Malibu should win a nobel peace prize
I just spent a chunk of my Christmas money on Plan B. I don't think that's what my relatives had mind when they said "spend it wisely", but hey, it was a good investment considering the bad life choices i made last night.
I just don't get it. Video games don't suck his dick.
oh don't forget that when we go furniture shopping we have to find a matching bong so put more money in the furniture fund
For some reason I have a hard time believing getting drunk and recreating a movie about singing transvestites is ever very far from a situation you're in.
We're the only two others left at work. My internal monologue is going: TAKE ME. TAKE ME NOWW. ON THE COUNTER. IN FRONT OF THE MANAGER. JUST TAKE MEEE
he spent an hour trying to convince us that Ted Nugent is Kid Rock from the future. by the end of it i was very close to believing him.
I was mixing candy canes and coors light and was in a great place.
I'm sitting next to a ginger. She is decked out in olive green. Gingers fucking love olive green.
I just remembered something. Did we really all flash the cab driver to get half off?
I just saw a herd of slutty loofahs run down the street...
A drank guy in the ER just sang Trouble to me and when he sang 'Lying on the cold hard ground' he threw himself onto the ground and landed on the wrist he'd just broken. Thirsty Thursday is weird already and it's not even 5.
Getting dressed and listening to the song Buffalo Bill danced to in Silence of the Lambs. I'm a perfect psych major.
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