Can you get arrested or in trouble for punching a dead relative in a casket?
I feel like wearing underwear would just be poor planning
All i remember is Liz dragging me home yelling at me, crying, and barfing
I'm going to shower the piss off me now. I feel like I was in an R. Kelly dream.
Taking my infected piercing out in the parking lot of the food card place. This is one of those life defining moments that makes me sad.
I vaguely remember making out with his tattoo (?) and giving him an awesome massage and then I passed out on his floor. Shrug
I told him he deserved someone better...then I told him he looked very fuck-able wearing nothing but sweat pants. We'll break up in the morning.
We found you wrapped up in a tarp in the garage the next morning, thats how real shit got.
Super awkward when the coworker you made out with in exchange for molly last weekend keeps coming over to your cube and trying to talk to you
Nothing quite like walking through a spider web on your way back in from smoking to fuck up a perfectly good high.
The last thing I remember is singing hotel California with a hobo and asking every bald man I saw if I could touch his head.
Watching boy meets world, drinking left over pink panty droppers and coloring in a my little pony coloring book. This is my Monday night
I am pants-free in the living room. This is liberating.
Having to do the walk of shame on crutches was defiently a first for me. cheers to the governor, klove
Holy. shit. Chris has no pants on. In public. Fuck. Need you.
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