In a bar in glasgow talking to a 12 year old about life. Welcome to Kentucky.
i went to go through my sent box of drunk texts from last night and they were all deleted... i'm going to assume drunk me made the executive decision that sober me would be better off not knowing what they said
i have a $600 bill for my ER visit in which they did nothing but suggest to me that i am an alcoholic.
It's when I'm in my pajamas and in need of a gin delivery that I miss NYC most of all.
this is the last time we take the mathletes drinking.
Do you think the Slutcracker will use the original score? I'll be so sad if they don't.
She kept chasing him yelling thief, because he drank some of her drink. That was at 8, it got worse.
They were greeting people getting off the 48 with green beers and cheers. The one day I decide not to take the bus home...
You blinded her by spitting vodka in her eyes, the vodka you had just taken as a body shot off of her.
Obviously he considers you not fucking him as fucking up. Thus making him fuck up. Based on this I believe he should be disqualified from the race to your vagina.
After arriving 30 minutes late, he slowly walked to his desk and halfway there he just falls over like a tree and passes out. I now have some sort of proof as to how awesome that night was.
Also I am throwing a blaZer over what I wore to bed and calling it an outfit.
It was a good dick. I give credit where credit is due. A good dick deserves praise.
How is it that I can make it to my 8am Friday morning still drunk after passing out the night before...but not to my 9am on Tuesday that I went to bed early for? Irony or karma?
I'll talk to you in a minute. Gotta put my peacocks away
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