So when exactly did I get naked and makeout with the statue?
My main thought on the Olympics: I need LESS cowbell.
I threw up red last night... I wanted to pinch myself because it wasn't green.
You kept spitting the skittles out cause you said they tasted like "balls of sandpaper"
So hungover. They actually hid easter eggs around me.
one night of dollar margs at dinner and dollar beers at the bar later, i am throwing up in his shower and gurgling soap and water to kill the taste of sin in my mouth. dollar days need to stop endng like this.
You beat him at the shot competition, and proceeded to rub it in while telling everyone to "ASK ME A MATH QUESTION!!!"
Don't worry, I'm preparing for tonight by lining my purse with a garbage bag.
Well his arms broken so they only cuffed his good wrist to his belt. That's how he cast smacked me in custody.
Just made out with the guy who gave me my tour. Full circle college win.
Grindr hookup awareness: always make sure that you agree to blow one person and they aren't bringing a Friend/boyfriend. Shits weird when you're sober.
I felt like a responsible adult. A responsible adult that may or may not end up shitfaced. But not heaving purple puke into a urinal like last time because I'm classy now.
Jealous. I want an iud. Maybe there's a late night bodega that'll insert one for me
Self reach around competition is what the Olympics has been missing all along. A true test of athleticism.
You had all day to plan ahead & get mixers, so whose fault is this sobriety?
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