Raging hang over. 6AM finish. Shat on a bag of trash in an alley. D L that last bit.
it appears as though my vagina has gotten the best of me again
I'm proud of our boobs and what they could potentially achieve in life.
It would be been irresponsible not to make cleaning the apartment into a drinking game
Oddly enough when I decided to stop whoreing myself out... I lost most of my companionship.
I wish we could tell the moving van to wait at the strip club for a while.
You don't forget tits like those, even if you are vegas drunk.
You broke a cabinet. You were climbing up it and it collapsed on you. Lines were crossed.
Let's just say, at one point i got woken up at 4am by a naked guy who was offering me steak, in a cup.
I gave an inspirational speech to a bum and called a bride ugly at her wedding reception.
It's 10AM, she's drunk blaring veggie tales and I have a paper to write you've got to be fucking kidding me
Is this helping you get pumped up or am I going to have to send you more dick pics?
the last thing i remember was the norwegian kid tacking a bag of wine to the ceiling, then boom! shower drain.
I sat on my couch last night watching What Women Want, eating ice cream, and sobbing "why doesn't she like me?" Why was I born a man?
Are you going to eat tacos off the floor again?
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