Sorry I wasn't really responding earlier. I was really fucking high and so into that car chase.
I like to melt taper candles in my wine bottles the next day, it makes my drinking trophies more classy, and makes me look like less of an alcoholic.
Howd you meet this guy?
I found him next to my pants on sunday morn.
whatever. as long as im no longer referred to as the girl who fucked the pledge on his big brother's couch.
She broke both of her ankles trying to jump off the balcony. it's like every time she drinks she makes even more impressively bad decisions than the last time
I want to figure out a way to work "if you suddenly die, I might turn into an extreme hoarders" into my valentines day poem
What's the address?
Too drunk. Just google it.
IT'S YOUR HOUSE
Irrelevant. Does he have queso? That's the real question.
you peed off the balcony at your sisters and asked someone below to catch it with a cup
the last time I drank tequila I ended up riding your skateboard nude down the street... so yeah, I'll have a few shots.
Him naked in my bed with a bottle of vodka in one hand, a pipe in the other, and a rose in his mouth.
I would bite a mans dick off for a chocolate milk.
My husband has seen you naked more times this week than me. I don't consider it a bad thing since you keep bringing the booze to our house. And because my tits are bigger.
He woke me up holding a gallon of apple juice and a shot glass...
Just a little drinking. So much fun and love. The world is a shiny wonderful sphere in the sky so why shouldn't we celebrate?
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