It's 7am. I'm sitting on the curb in last nights clothes with a nose bleed and no idea how to get home. Low moment I feel.
It stopped being casual for me when I waxed my vagina for you
Your not drunk until you have to grab on to the grass to keep from falling off the earth.
After passing out at the kitchen table, you woke up in my parents bed in between them. With no pants on.
Woke up naked with a post-it that said "don't ask questions" on my ass...i know im not supposed to ask but uhm what did I do?
Who the fuck hid 3 Zimas under my pillow?! Icing doesn't count when it's 8am the next morning and everyone's left and you've passed out on your couch. Currently chugging 2 of 3...
She's not answering my calls
Well it sounds like you really fucked up
WHO HOLDS A GRUDGE OVER MEMES
Woo is fucking right, dude. Vodka night tonight. Honestly, every night pretty much seeems like vodka night lately. My liver wants to move out of my body like I gave it an eviction notice.
NO. NONE OF THAT. SHAME ON YOU.
What's the tour de bar? Is that a thing, or is it just what you call Saturdays?
I just ate the lyft drivers bacon cheeseburger. Well fuck me this night escalated quickly.
Wtf is this place? I don't see any alcohol and I feel like we were supposed to bring our own strippers.
My apartment looks like the apocalypse of sobriety.
I just got his Save the Dave and, to answer your next question, NO I AM NOT GOING TO THE WEDDING OF THE GUY WHO GOT DRUNK AND CAME ON MY CHEST.