woke up with a sweatshirt on that said "someone special calls me grandma" and a sword. i'm just going to assume that it was a good night
Playing hide and seek with all those cheeseburgers... Not our finest moment.
Ummm. I just wanna say this now: Don't let me invite the band back to the apartment to see my stripper pole.
you're like that jamaican tarat card reading chick... only with herpes
Are you also wondering how we get home after the party bus?
Home?
The fact that every guy you've slept with since you've lost virginty either have the same first or last name isn't normal.
I can't be 100% sure of this but I think tonight was the first time I told a middle aged woman holding a baby to go fuck herself
I didn't talk to any girls wearing masks because I wanted to avoid making the big mistake of making out with my sister.
We did a lot of coke and Bedazzled the couch. It seemed like a good idea at the time.
C'mon. I'm still an alcoholic at heart, regardless of its broken or not
So much for doing Irish car bombs in my grandpa's memory.... Asshole.
It feels like a bunch of leprechauns are using my brain as a soccer ball
You drunkenly hook up with 5 people in one night and suddenly everyone tries to party with you.
Is it possible to be drunk burnt? Like sun burnt but from drinking? Cus I think I that's what it feels like
I apparently lifted the young child over my head yelling "Victory!" after that last game of pool, right before doing some Girls Just Wanna Have Fun karaoke.
Randomize
