So I just had this crazy idea, and no it has nothing to do with the fact that they made me take shots at work.
Having sex with her is like doing taxes, Happens once a year and I usually end up paying.
Things I love twice as much when drunk: Taco Bell. Office chairs that roll. Classes.
Turned on my GPS and all that it said in the search bar was "beer,"
This santa hat i wore to the bar, served it's dual purpose as a vomit bag.
we used the fire extinguisher you had been cuddling with to decorate the cop car while they were inside arresting everyone
This girl just texted me asking me to drop her cheese. What the fuck for that mean?
The guy who was The Count on Sesame Street died this week too. Therefore, you should take multiple shots, count them, & go "ahh aaahh aaaahhh" after each one. I expect video...
It's that time of night again when I start to think I'm really funny, but no one else is as drunk as I am so they all start avoiding me.
I'm going to need a Jurassic park sized pooper scooper to deal with all this shit last night caused.
I think you should just bang him and get it out of your system.
That's what you say about everyone.
I'll accept that I'm a woo girl. Just not the drunk cowboy hat wearing bar mongering twat bag type
Vodka for breakfast. With a side of Frankenberries. Don't judge me.
does anyone know where bryan is?
last i saw he was naked, and crying in the bathroom because there was no more booze.
I'm not too sure what happened last night, but by the looks of it, we must have gotten drunk with zebras.
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