My mom came into my room and told me to flip off the tv. I gave it the middle finger. Note to self: STOP SMOKING THIS SHIT
I was so hungover that I had to stop in the middle of the game and throw up. The fans cheered.
I get credit on the assist, you can thank me by taking a pic of her ass under the covers and sending it to me. It would make my YEAR
It's like being the dunk pilot of a plane full of pornstars and drunkenness.
You know just sitting here carrying on a conversation with a 5 yr old about why there is puke at the landing of the staircase
I wish I could like. Pull my liver out, and put it in the corner of a boxing ring, put a towel and ice on it, rub it's shoulders, and tell it to "get back in there, you got this!".
My dad got me a charm braclet....his way of trying to support my gayness....
Apparently, my drunken 3AM idea of safety is to send a GPS map of my location to someone 700 miles away. Seriously considering death as a viable alternative to this hangover. Death or Yuengling.
If you haven't seen a huge black man in tiny red snowflake shorts that barely cover his dick, then you don't know what I'm going through.
It's 3:30pm, I've been out of bed for an hour and spent most of that barfing. We're switching to beer next debate.
I just had to remind myself that I'm visible in real life. Sitting in the car in a parking lot, and almost took my shirt off because the tag is itchy and I wanted it off... and you know I don't wear bras...
No. You don't want this. When I threw up last night, it was so intense I went blind for about 3 seconds.
these past three weeks have been a real "fuck you" to my liver
Am I the only one who finds it completely appropriate to pre-game our Brazilians?
I am the image of restraint, it's why im just hungover and not in the hospital
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