google image searching george stephanopoulos at 1 AM on a saturday night...once again
To justify your stumbling you just kept yelling 'it's the boat, not the drinks' We hadn't even left the dock yet....
He was spoon feeding me wine all night.
All i've done since I got back to my room today is take a three hour nap. Like, I even planned to change my pants and haven't even done that yet.
What's that word that means bigger and smaller and bigger and smaller, again?
Goddamn it, Jaime, it's 4am. Throbbing. The word is throbbing.
I'm making myself a nametag with my contact info and pinning it to myself like a kindergardenter in case I get lost when I black out on Sat.
Can we laminate it? Just to be safe.
I couldn't think of the word "bath" so instead I told him I was marinating in soapy water
He smells like cinnamon, and what I imagine to be orgasms
don't give me stepladders when i'm stoned.. i woke up to a slice of balogna nailed to the ceiling
I think I passed out drunk at my own jewelry party
Some nights you just end up digging your mcdouble out of the trash and eating it. it happens.
I woke up the whole house screaming I need my shorts they found me in the kitchen with a bag of strawberries naked
Some people are good at football, some people are good at painting, and he's good at being a fuckboy. Everyone has their talents.
Btw I thought it was impossible to use up 48 bottles of patron in one night but I was wrong...
I apparently sent an offer letter to, and then subsequently onboarded, the wrong candidate. How's your Monday?
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