To answer your question of whether I "went back," tits just informed me I was kicked out for falling off my barstool and passing out on the floor...
If my thighs hurt from cage dancing last night, I can only imagine how yours feel
I woke up at 4 am to my roomate peeing all over my clean laundry. He thought he was in the bathroom and yelled at me for being in the bathroom with him while he was peeing.
I'll just have to do enough fangirling for the both of us. Nipples engaged.
So we reenacted men's olympic skeet shooting using roman candles and flattened beer cans. That's all
Stoned in some guys basement listening to ELO. it's like its 1978.
We really gotta change brands again because 2-ply is making us feel like the celebrities we aren't.
Yesterday you said I was the best.
No. I said you DID your best. There's a huge difference.
All i really remember is meeting this guy dressed as jesus and i kept taking his wine and saying "the body of christ!"
I also woke up in my friends room to 3 girls and a naked boy on the floor but thats besides the point
Like who needs a job and family when you can get drunk for free with strippers?
I'm in my onesie attempting to spoon-feed myself cold soup. I'm playing freeze tag with my hangover. My hangover's winning.
The only thing about him that I appreciated was that he destroyed the bathroom at your birthday and missed singing to you. And we all knew.
we can no longer cook chicken in the house. his name is herbert, we are keeping him and can not eat his people in front of him.
I knew how blacked out you were when you started doing that thing where you dance around and call yourself the Black Swan.
Anyone who does not know who Paul McCartney is does NOT get to put hands in my pants
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