I don't know what you were told but i for sure didn't sleep with any one but steve's couch.
I saw him at work today and he gave me a really awkward "I know what you do drunk" look...
champagne bombs. Yes, i think that is where things may have gotten out of control.
Are you seriously gonna shit with that life vest on?
Just climbed to the top of a frozen waterfall! Do you want to do drugs tm night? The two are unrelated.
We left your bucket of puke on your doorstep to clean out yourself. You're welcome.
Dude he's not responding... I'll take that as an unpleasant visit to the clinic
After so many times of carrying your puked covered clothes home in a bag on a Tuesday morning, you begin to realize that Fucked Up Mondays aren't a real thing.
what the hell is that chicken wire thing she's holding?
An artistic expression of her stupidity.
I can't. Currently naked covered in Nair trying desperately to catch his cat that rubbed up on my leg.
I hate that cat.
Remember that time we turned a can of Axe body spray into a flame thrower?
She's 90% sass and 10% boobs
No one should have to go to work between Christmas and New Years, but here I am twirling in my office chair and putting Jack in my coffee like I’m back in college studying for finals.
You can cuddle me. Word on the street is my ass is ridiculous.
I've been drunk texting you for weeks, and you watched me puke outside your house... I say it's time we meet in person.
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