smell like capt'n and strawberry champagne
yeah well you didnt even puke from the alcohol. we cut you off and went to huck finn's and told you that the "irish cream" coffee creamers had baileys in it, so you shot down like eight of them and puked all over the floor. it was great. we cheered you on and everything
she was mega hot - except for the poop under her fingernails
drinking warm bud heavies i found in the garage and googling how to tell the gosselin kids apart.
I fell off the front porch last night. Actually.. I dove. I dove off the front porch.
halfway through eating me out he goes 'oh that reminds me i have to buy fish for good friday'
nothing says roomie bonding better than a sunday shroom trip.
i think when the guy sitting in the corner singing tells you you're too drunk, you're too drunk.
My day may involve a drug pinata. I LOVE MY LIFE.
Seriously. Come back. I've had two beers for breakfast so far. The third will be for lunch since it's already 12.
Apparently we don't communicate very well unless we're drunk and/or naked
I literally heard an 'oh my god' when the shirtless Tongan appeared.
You know the rule about how you feel bad for getting food and not offering other people you're around, does that apply when you eat burger king at a strip club?
I made him dinner in just his cowboy hat and my boots after we did it...you should see his face :)
She is still drunk from the night before, sitting here eating KFC mashed potatoes and drinking Arbor Mist before Anatomy lab.
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