party is dying down. we just wrote whore in the yard with gas. Photos to come.
final count. 18 beers. 4 shots baileys. 2 shots vodka. 1 glass champagne. vomited in the yard after losing my phone in a field for 8 hours. Possibly played tag with myself
I'm so hungover And my mouth is so dry it feels like my tongue is wearing a sweater
I have no idea what's going on.... I just want to wear my horse sweatshirt and drink vodka.
Yeah I mean its Vermont, not like id be the first guy to trade pharmaceutical services for beer
All I want is a guy who will love me and occasionally shave my balls.
That's how I like my men: traumatized and crying in a ball
Just saw identical twins riding scooters. Today is not real who the hell rides a scooter anymore
Dude, I passed out on the side walk, lost my phone and shirt, and walked 12 miles home after I disappeared from the club
He'll only communicate through snapchat with pictures of him holding his cat or his dick. Bit of Russian roulette opening them in public but I did it anyway.
I'm not allowed back because I may or may not have insulted his beer. And the entire Czech Republic.
I just put vodka in my apple sauce. Spice up your fucking life.
Sorry. We had to leave because I knocked a guy out for saying "yolo".
It was like Lady and the Tramp, but just tramp and the tramp. And instead of spaghetti and meatballs, we had whiskey and cups
What the hell was that?
Genius. It was sheer genius.
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