Confirm your location. A cross street is best, but if google mapping yourself is your least-shameful option go for it. ps- going through his mail for an actual address is always an option.
This is the LAST time i'm accepting the excuse "tequila made me do it". Even tequila thinks buying all of nickelback's itunes singles is fucking retarded
Like if Robert Downey Jr. and Kiefer Sutherland got together for a bender, that's how drunk I want us to be.
My therapist told me it was ok for me to "take risks" now. Cue the hookers and blow.
He confessed to putting dry erase marker dots on my vibrator to keep track of when I "electronically cheated" and then passed out.
We did however see an 87 year old guy die and get resuscitated last night at the bar. He then finished his beer and his game of pool.
There's something odd about buying beer for the first time while wearing my school sweater from kindergarten, but I don't mind.
Very impressive. My GPA is the same amount of orgasms I can offer tonight (valid only tonight): 3.5
GOIN TO BED BEFORE TEQUILA BLEEDS FROM MY EYEBALLS
She's going to be the first to die of too much illness. Not even super bad stuff like cancer but like for having a cold at the same time as a sore throat and chlamydia or something. Just too much diseases.
It's dollar drink night and I have my honors society initiation tomorrow. Somehow I think this will not end well.
That awkward moment when you're drunk enough to crave cocaine, but you're sober enough to know it's only Tuesday.
Holy fuck, my entire boob is bruised! Lierally my boob is just one big bruise.
Can't talk, I'm icing "sorry I barfed on your couch" onto a cookie cake
I wasn’t trying, but work got a lot easier and more fun once he starred flirting with me and looking at my ass
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