its always fun the next morning to look around the room and see where all the clothing landed.
At the Phils game. My gay buddy just wanted up to a bunch of Mets fans and said "I'm gay, and even I think Mets fans are a bunch of fags." I love this fuckin town.
during charades she pointed to herself and you guessed 'girl who wants to fuck me'
is drinking for groundhog day legit?
well you blacked out on MLK day and we pregamed arbor day, so yes
we put the last xanax in the middle and played hungry hungry hippos to see whod get it
fair is fair
Land Before Time marathon. we drink every time littlefoot almost eats a treestar.
You're so easy to please, it's adorable. Like an alcoholic puppy.
I'll be heading downtown with donuts and a lawn chair at 9am to go Halloween Walk o' Shame spotting.
We have a drunk bartender with her nips a quarter inch from bein out buying us shots. GET HERE.
You just said the magic words
thanks for singing to me while i puked last night
the girl walking home behind me started yelling and pointing "i want an ass like hers!" i feel vaguely accomplished.
I just learned in bio that our sole purpose for life is to have sex.. so your high number is acceptable. its actually lacking.
im guessing your the one that tried to make bacon in the toaster
It's 10am. I'm hungover wearing a flyers jersey and a phillies hat and eating a cheesesteak. I'm not the only one. Best city ever.